i broke my heart along the way~

broken heart is a piece of art.
not that hard to be made.
but very hard to understand.

why give a damn of one person hurts you,
when the rest of the worlds want to heal you?

why give a damn of one person don't remember you,
when the rest of the world have your name written permanently in their mind?

why give a damn of one person don't even catch a glimpse on you,
when the rest of the world was looking at you?

why give a damn that one person says you're ugly,
when the rest of the world appreciate your outer and inner beauty?

why do you try so bad to turn back the time,
so that you can appreciate that person more,
when you've actually hurt the rest of the world?

why did we try so damn hard to break our heart,
and then try so heart to heal it back?

life's an exhausting trip.
love is an exhausting journey.
we break our heart and many others' along the way.
we're just too tired to realize it.