Nobody sees our hearts break

We sit alone.....

The world goes on around us, like we're not even there. Not important in it. People only care about their own selfish lives, unwilling to even want to know what we feel. They make their money, they build their world, they think they're doing great, but they don't give a shit about us. They're on their way to somewhere else, they haven't got time to be bogged down.

We sit alone. We take the time to feel our pain. We know this is our lives, and that's OK. Our lives are more than making money, more than making anything. Our lives are those around us that care about us, and we them. Our lives are lives with pain. And there's nothing wrong with that.

Those very personal moments when we sit alone, feeling our pain, letting the tears flow. It's our pain, the sort of thing only us understand. It's important to us as it's part of who we are, and part of how we deal with life. It makes us compassionate and understanding of others. It makes us emotional. It makes us care somehow, although I'm not sure about what.

It's something only we understand. Our hearts break alone.....

*This post dedicated to Lee. Still miss you darling*