(I dunno where this came from)

Heartbreak. It felt like a thousand knives were piercing his heart and he was telling himself to get them to stop. He wanted to stop the tears that would flow from his cheeks at every single thing that reminded him. He wanted to stop the pain and get over it. He wanted to listen to what people were saying but nothing was getting to him. He wanted everything to be fixed, for it all to just go away in one fowl swoop. He felt betrayed, hurt and most of all, alone. No matter how many people were around him, he felt so incredibly alone.

There was so many things he wanted to say but couldn't. He started to think why? Was it his fault, was it something he did? He started to hate himself. The hate started to close over him like a thick blanket. He was stuck in the dark with no way out. He had no one to go to and he felt he could trust no one. He would look over the reminders and let it all take over him creating thicker layers.

He needed that love back. He was so desperate to feel that love from another partner. So he put on a face and smiled for strangers. People he would speak to once and feel the fake love for him. He thought he was happy even though he would realise from time to time a rope that was around his neck. 

Then he met someone, someone who stayed longer then the others with fake love. One that was listening and understanding. Only then did he see the darkness bubble around him and he wanted out. He saw the holes that those who cared for him had created. He reached out as the hands reached in for him. He pulled himself out to see those who had truly cared for him. The ones that wanted him to smile and be alright even if they didn't know the true pain. They wanted him to live. He saw something that had caught him off guard though, many people looked to have the same bubble substance on their finger tips. Even those who were married had their fingers tainted.

Heartbreak is not something that effects a small handful only, it hurts everyone. And we never loose the heartbreak completely. It is better to remember so then we may grow as people. Those who care for you will always be there to help you and guide you through a tough time. But also, when you face heartbreak then you take your time to heal.

What happened to that man?

He had gotten rid of most things that reminded him of what he went though, wearing his heartbreak now with a sort of pride. He found happiness in another and even confronted the one who had brought him to his bubble. But then he found the one thing he was holding onto. A painting to which he snapped in half and threw away. Butterflies released from his chest and he watched as they flew away to be free. He felt nothing for the memories anymore

(This is probably really cryptic)