Needles can stab and make holes,
Rocks can be thrown and make bruises,
As words can be said and make damages,
A heart can be tossed and break into tiny little pieces
It's not all about the separation from a lover
that made the hopes higher than the sky,
It can be about the loss of a friend
that was trusted with more than a dirty little secret.
It's not all about learning about the unfaithfulness
of a person who took all that was precious,
It can be about the realizing lies from the fathers
when the promises of an upcoming bond never happen.
It's not all about learning the fact that
the person from the dreams is taken by another heart,
It can be about the right to be happy
is taken by a voice of lies of emotions and body images.
It's not all about being told that the lover
doesn't have a mutual love verbally,
It can be about facing the fact that the desires for happiness
don't match up with the reality of living hell and hatred.
It's not all about fearing that for the upcoming years
there is no ability to love another person,
It can be about knowing that the darkness is so dark
there is no knowledge of what's it's like to have happiness.
damages from the words that were said,
emotions left terminally abused.
The brokenness of the heart
has the answers of "why" that varies.
However, unconditional love and support
can be the effective treatment that will last.