You cannot crack open a chest and expect people not to notice. Hearts break loudly. Ringing like 3 a.m. sirens. Everyone in the area hears it, but they know there’s nothing they can do and since they can’t help, they lower their eyes and keep walking. When the thunder claps and the sirens pass and the wind howls, not many people choose to stand and stare at the storm. To be brokenhearted also means you become a selfish thing.
