My heart,

My broken, shattered heart,

is damaged,

far beyond any repair could fix.

I've given my heart,

Not only to one,

But to many.

My friends,

My family.

To the ones I love.

The ones I love,

Whether they are

Male, female, black, white,

Near, far, family, friends,

I trust them.

I trust them with my heart,

my soul

and sometimes,

my life.

Some though don't care.

They don't care that I gave them my heart.

They don't care that I spend

countless hours worrying,

afraid that I will never see them again.

They take the heart

that I have so painstakingly given to them,

throw it on the ground

and leave it there to rot.

I want to say that I forgot

all the people that have crushed my heart.

But saying this would be

a rather colossal lie.

Each of these people are still in my heart.

I have never quite let go.

Every day,

every hour,

every minute,

I am constantly reminded

of how simple words can hurt so much.

I don't want your sympathy.

I don't want a Hallmark card.

All I want

is to forget.