How to live with a mostly broken heart

When you're dreamin with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.

My heart is mostly broken.

Still there but not working correctly.

I can feel it beating.

I'm still alive.

But it just doesn't function like it should.

I thought it would be, but after everything I've been through, it's just not.

Maybe it never will again.

I hope that's not the case.

I honestly feel like you were my last hope and that sure as crap didn't work out.

Is it me?

Am I the problem here?

Iif I am, is there any hope for me?

No?

Well cuss. What do I do now?

Try a little harder?

What the hell do you think that was, if not me trying?

Am I just shit out of luck?

Yes?

Well fine.

I don't even need anyone.

I mean, it would be nice but if it puts all this stress on me, who the hell needs that anyways?

Not me, that's for damn certain.

I guess I'll just be a cat lady.

Because animals know how to love, unconditionally.

You don't.

Thanks for nothing, kiss my ass, goodbye.