And Upon the Shattered Throne He Lay with HEARTBREAK in His Eyes.

if i could rule the world, i would take away many things.
disease, poverty, hunger, bigotry, hate.
but the thing i would take out first would be heartbreak.
because it is a real killer.

it doesn't even have to be from a lover.
it can be from a family member.
a friend.

have you ever heard the sizzle of heartstrings screaming?
it sounds like dying love.
rusted hope. seared passion.
and scarred tissue.

no one should have to feel this ever. the feeling is something that never goes away, like an age old wound. and old wounds revisited never help accomplish anything.

this regret that you haven't done anything to save yourself burns a hole in you. it takes a bit of what innocence you scraped up from the dinner plate of life and dashes it to the floor. and those who have never had heartbreak are lucky. they still have that innocence.
and then there are those who send the heartbreak out. like predators on prey. who toy with emotions and patronize pain.
they honestly have no idea how much pain, how much torture they're causing.
unless they have felt it themselves.

so why do they still send it out?

we cannot expect to control their minds and make them do anything. but there must be a psychological point to their madness. why is still the big question.

i suppose it's like how rapists function. most rapists were raped.

if they know what it's like, then why do they do it to others? to watch them suffer? to see that they're not alone? is it a sport to them?

we need to understand other people's pain, not revel in it. that's sick and wrong. no one enjoys watching others laugh in their misery. that could lead to rash decisions. suicide.

heartbreak is also a decision. like a heart.
you can heal it.
hate it.
love it.
or break it.