Can't he see that I am
hurting ... when I am far away  from him, doesn't it hurt him ... can't he tell when I am upset... is he not  my better  half ...
(A woman with a broken heart ).
For when I am trying to Enlarge your vision you only see my words as sharp knives.
So I grow tired  of fighting  you.
I held my words for your safety,
Sallowed them like a bitter pill.
Communication  is the key that we seem to have lost, and I stopped  looking  for the key,
For none of it felt worthy .
For I have exhausted my strength to make you recognize  my hurt.
(woman with a broken heart)