I suffered long enough.
My heart has been crushed and destroyed so many times.
Putting my heart into every relationship I become a part of.
I am sick of being torn up from the inside.
Sick of the damage caused.
Sick of the feelings of powerlessness.
Sick of the loneliness.
Sick of all the questions that arise.
Sick of the resulting silence.
What is to become of the heart I use to have.
Its pieces permanently separated.
Its contents totally spent.
It is hollow, like the inside of a dead tree.
Bereft of substance and life preserving elements.
My heart is as the pieces of ceramic
Never to be assembled again.

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