We know when we are broken, we cry and we cry until there is no more tears.
We can see when someone else is broken,there emotions change,they talk about the one who broke them.
We can hear the sound the heart makes when it is all over, some cracking noises then silence.
But it is not enough for someone to comfort you and tell you its all right. No its not even enough to hear it from the one
who has hurt you. Once a heart is broken it stays broken,it can not be fixed. You can try  and mend  it back together,
you can try and glue it shut. But it never will be the same again. The inside of a broken heart talks  louder than the words from a poet,
It call out to the brain to forget everything, it calls out to the eyes and tells them to shed no more tears,
It calls out to the legs, it calls out to the arms. And most importantly it calls out to its self.
To get its self together and relive the past with another. Only they wont have crying or dying inside they had the last,
because they wont remember.
The inside of a broken heart speaks volumes high enough to finally get us through it.