Updated: Oct 27, 2022
One of the hardest things I had to learn was how to deal with my heart when I could feel it breaking.
Everything was becoming unbearable: breathing, sleeping, eating, leaving my room…
I could feel that I was slowly losing my identity, my will to live.
I would look in the mirror and not recognise myself, my eyes were empty and red.
Crying became a routine, that was the only way I could feel alive again.
I embraced the loneliness and I felt myself becoming one with the darkness.
I won’t say that someone broke my heart because the truth is, I was probably the one who shattered it into so many pieces.
Now I have to fix it somehow, I wish there was some glue for broken hearts, everything would be easier.