I have come up with creative ways of explaining this pain. I put words, one in front of the other, to paint a moment of my world. I fear stating the obvious due to the wall of rejection I have slowly built, each brick another disappointment and layered between a smearing of sadness.
How else can I say that I was born with a broken heart? How many various word combinations can there possibly be? Which sentence will make you understand?
I wonder if everyone was born with a pit in their chest where the heart should be.
Perhaps this eternal sadness envelops all of humanity and I simply cannot escape the cocoon.