I guess it's just hard to sit here and act like it didn't happen.

Like, a piece of my heart didn't break with each lie I was told.

Like holding my breath to stop the tears from falling, was something

that never occurred.

It's hard to just pick up the pieces and move on when there's no explanation.

No explanation and no answers as to WHY it happened.

Maybe if I had those answers, or could understand the whole thing, 

I wouldn't feel like my heart still has these cracks in it. Cracks that if I let them,

at any given moment, could tear my whole world apart.