I don’t want it to.
But, I am not sure it can be mended.
I am 36 years old and have a broken heart like a teenager.
I never asked for much.
All I wanted is to be loved, appreciated and respected.
All I got what disappointment, sadness and chaos.
I gave selflessly. I gave all that I had.
My love was not enough to conquer the demons.
I feel like a part of me has died.
I’d rather feel a physical pain than the raging sorrow I have within.
They say time heals all wounds.
I want time to stop.