If you have a broken heart,

you try to collect the pieces

and fix them together,

hoping it will heal someday,

hoping you will find yourself again.

But

when the hammer of hate

crushes your heart like a rock,

turning it into grains of sand,

and the wind of mistrust

scatters it all around—

how do you collect yourself?

How can you try and fix yourself?

Can you ever be whole again?