Vivian pot of thoughts
Day 027/100
#the100writingmarathon

*Shattered heart*

My heart, has broken into pieces, that are too small to assemble together.
My heart, has cracked inside my soul, couldn't even pour myself a bowl of water..."waaah"
The dull ache, of getting played, got me down all day.
The feeling, of losing my totality, at the same instant, I cried like an infant.
My health deteriorate,only my bones can relate to this twist of fate.
I got an hate, as an exchange for the dates.
I have locked the gate, to my heart till I am 28...