Emotional Pain

I’ve been through a lot in my short twenty-one years on this earth. I’ve been fortunate enough to have never broken a bone or acquired any serious injuries that sought medical attention. But who do you go to when your heart is broken? When that lump forms in your throat and you blink back hot tears while all the fond memories of him play in your head like a broken record. When you see him with some other girl.

It hurts. Like being stabbed in the chest by a thousand knives and there is no tangible solution to stop yourself from bleeding out.

You cry enough tears to fill the ocean. You sing enough songs to make you lose your voice. You drink enough tequila to dull your pain.

Sometimes it will never be enough to fill the void of your very first heartbreak.

Why can’t I let you go?