It feels like the end, But at some point The shards stop stabbing, And the pain stops throbbing, And suddenly all is dull until Someone makes your heart pound again. Hopefully it can withstand that kind of Pressure, this old heart of yours. For if it can, it will only continue to heal... Building a second skin of sorts Over all the scars until itβs a Lumpy, yet functional, mess. lmt
Until the scar tissue builds And you heart ceases to feel... You'll heal and you'll heal Until you finally just break.