Broken hearts...
...are a painful and wicked plague. A single person's broken heart can wound an entire group. Sucking the warmth and light from any room. Bitterness can overwhelm even the strongest of wills. You reach your hand out to offer support, love, respect, and tenderness, but you recieve pain, hostility, absence and neglect. There is no right answer, and there is no wrong. Only a reality to which no logic can be applied. I don't have a reason to try, but I continue to give it everything I have. The scars are overlapping as the gashes are torn larger. Flowers of blood blossom from the flesh, unleashing a river of torment. Drowning in the turbulant flow of crimson emotions I cry out. Do you hear me? Does anyone listen. With that I hide, wondering if I'll ever be found.