Divided

Do you ever hurt so much it feels as if your heart is literally gaping open?
Where a word, or a phrase or even the melody of a song can break you into a million
tiny
pieces?
When all you want is to be numb...
fuzz up the corners a little bit...
and go hide out in your room...
under the covers...
away from the world.
Away from people.
Away from everyone.
You want someone to tell you it's all going to be okay
but you know it's not.
How can it be...
with your heart all torn open like that?
You'd sooner die than walk around with your heart in your pocket
or in your purse
or worse yet, on your sleeve....
but we do, don't we?
We collect all of the pieces, gather ourselves up and emerge from the darkness
to do it all over again.
Hoping beyond hope that next time...
it will hurt just a little bit less.