Once again my heart feels broken. Why, oh why do I let myself care and feel for others to know that this again will happen? I expect way too much for someone else to care for me as much as I care for them.
Each time my heart breaks off another chunk to where there will be no more to give. The pain brings sadness to the point of not caring anymore, to become dead inside, once more.
It won’t last forever, as I will be here again, I have a big heart although damaged beyond repair. Thankfully, I know the One who helps me when I feel I cannot take no more.