I can’t explain the pain I feel.
When they say your heart’s been ripped out of your chest
You never really understand what it feels like until it happens.
Although it may not be physical, it’s real.
It’s like the inside of your body is burning dirty coal
Your nails are knives along your clenched palm
Your mouth is pried open with no words coming out
Your fists in your hair, your head in your knees.
How does one go through months of believing something
Just to come to realize that it is all a lie.
A lie told to make you happy, which ultimately ruins your very happiness.
How does one hear the voice of someone they once loved
And deal with the sound of distance, not physically but emotionally.
How does one bear to sleep at night when all that plays
Is the sound of their laugh and the sound of their last goodbye.
How does one survive the ripping out of their own heart.
How do I survive what you have done to me.