Heartbreak...
The song has been song, and the same words have been spoken...But in all their existance and definition, none can ever nearly describe the ache of a broken heart...The hurt from within, from whence there is no physical source; that hurt alone is paralyzing, because you don't know how to fix or ease such pain...It's a cold type of hurt...It's bitter and crippling, cruel and unrelenting...It sits, upon your chest and upon your mind, and mocks you at your every turn and action...It teases you....It torments you...It destroys you...A broken heart will destroy it's man, and never apologize in the end...It will slowly and surely eat away at every piece of being that he has within him, and leave no more than a void in those pieces' place...He becomes hollow and is now a void himself...A human abyss that, even in the longest lifespan, might never reach full capacity again...In that, he might recover some; just enough to live with himself, his heart, and a hope...But until then, he's broken, his heart is broken....
...and there's nothing he can do about it