The heart
The power house of our bodies
Keeping us alive
24/7
Night and day

The heart keeps us alive
Even if we feel broken
But what if the heart is what’s broken?

A broken heart will hurt for what feels like eons
A broken heart is a result of loving someone, then realizing they don’t feel the same
Then they decide to leave you

Alone
Broken
Picking up the pieces of your heart by yourself

You start to think
What happened?
Did I do something wrong?
Were we even a good match to start with?
When did it all go wrong?

You just sit there
With your heart breaking
Tears streaming down your eyes, pooling at your feet

A broken heart never lets you forget
The good
The bad
The happy
The sad
Because the person that broke your heart, will always be IN your heart

You want to hate them
You want to find anyone you can to make them feel the way you feel
To hurt the way you hurt

But the heart is a tricky thing to understand

You want to hurt the idiot who hurt you
But you also want what’s best for them
You want them to feel the pain that you feel
But you don’t want them to hurt the way you’re hurting

Our heart is a thing of irony

The heart makes us feel things we don’t want to feel
It makes us do things we would never do
It makes us fall for people we know are bad for us
We fall for them anyway

But eventually, with time, the broken heart will heal

The broken heart will never really be the same though
It is hard to put something back together once it has been broken

But a broken heart can help you as well
It can help you be more cautious when you start to fall for someone
It can make you stronger because it broke, but it healed
It can teach you about who you are
....you still need to know that

But the broken heart did heal
It doesn’t look the same
It still works the same
It was sewn back together crookedly
But it still beats

Just because the heart breaks, it doesn’t mean you’re not good enough, or unworthy of love
It just means you’re getting stronger
For when you find that person who can successfully mend your heart
You’ll love them much more than you thought possible

After all, hearts (and people) get broken
But the broken live on

So tell me
What will you do

Will your heart break, and then will you become broken?

OR

Will your heart break, and then you put it back together the best you can
And wait until you find that one person who will make it completely whole again?

That’s a choice I’ve already made
But what about you?
What choice will you make about your heart if it gets broken?

Words cannot define who we are
Only we can

People tell us things to bring us down
They will also tell us thing to build us up

Either way, words will do both to us

Words can help you find who you are
They can also make you lose yourself in their confusion

Whose words will you listen to?

Will you listen to what people tell you, when they say you are not enough
When they say you will fail
When they say you will never amount to anything

OR

Will you listen to what YOU tell yourself?
That you are enough
That you will succeed
That you will do things no one has ever imagined

Those are the words we need to hear
Those are the words that will build people up
Words that will make them stronger

So, now you decide

Whose words will you listen to?

Scars
They are the wounds that will always be attached to us
Some of us have scars on our hearts
Where we loved someone, only to find out they didn't feel the same
Scars from where the heart was broken, but never fully healed

Scars on our brains from bad memories
From things we remember, but so desperately wish we could forget

Scars on our back from where people have stabbed us too many times
From where you let someone into your life, held them close, only to find out they were using, and had no intention to stay

Scars on your shoulders from when you were forced to choose
From when two people you loved got in a fight, and threw you in the middle of it all
From they pulled on your arms, forcing you to pick one or the other
Then they desert you for following your heart and trusting your instincts
Either way, in the end, they both left
That was always going to be the end result

Scars from your closest friends when they said "All is forgotten and in the past", yet they never truly forget
Somehow, whatever happened, will always be relevant

Then there are the scars that life gives you
All the bad experiences that you try so hard to bury, yet are still so close to the surface
Constantly reminding you that you are never enough
Even though you try so hard to convince yourself otherwise
You are always trying to convince yourself that you ARE enough

Then there are the scars that you have given yourself
The ones you so desperately try to hide
The ones you don't want anyone to see because you're so scared of what they'll say
The scars you hide because you want to do this on your own
You want to show people that you are stronger than they think you are...even though it doesn't feel like it
The scars that are on your wrists from when you wanted everything to end...and still do

Everyone of us has scars
Sometimes it just takes a while for people to notice them

But scars aren't all bad
They are proof

Proof that you struggled
Proof that you wanted to end everything the only way that you knew how
Proof that you've fought countless battles
Proof that you are, and always will be, victorious
Proof that you are broken, and that the broken live on
Proof that you've survived
Proof that you're still fighting for everything to get better...even when you think it won't
Proof that you won't give up or give in
Proof that no matter what happens, you will fight harder than you ever have before

And when the war is won, you will be able to say, "I am stronger than I have ever been, and NO ONE will ever tear me down"

That's what a scar is

All of us have them
We just need people to look deeper than the surface to find them, and help us heal