I am a broken heart just trying to survive. Each morning,
after an internal pep talk, I rise and start my day. A smile on my face,
laughter in my voice, and joking with my friends. Yet still, there’s this sadness in my eyes
that cannot be masked by this façade. The sadness can be overwhelming at times,
while trying to fight the urge to send that text or make that call. The sadness
can bring on moments of desperation and poor judgement. The sadness that is
all-consuming….
But each day, struggling with the sadness, I continue to
have my internal pep talks. I continue to joke with my friends, and smile and
laugh, and pretend that my world isn’t figuratively crashing down around me.
Pretend that my life isn’t seemingly in shambles. Pretend that my heart isn’t
poetically shattered to a million pieces that are now floating aimlessly in my
chest. Pretend that I am okay…
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