What is it like, to have a unbreakable heart? That is one question I shall never have the answer to. My heart is made of a crumbling glass, one that remains shattered.
Why you may ask? My heart was broken by many, but clumsily glued back together by few.
Here I sit today, wondering what it would be like to have a heart made out of metal or stone, while my beating heart, is nothing but shattering glass.