It’s feels like my broken heart is a terminal illness I could die from soon. There’s no other way to explain this pain that goes on day and night. This illness keeps me from sleeping. I’m so sick I can barely work. I barely eat. Worse than hopeless is my diagnosis. K.J.
If you drop me, I will break.
If you hold me, I will shake.
If you need me, I will hurry.
If you don’t call me, I will worry.
If you hurt me, I will cry.
But if you leave me, I will die.