Broken Hearts and Dried Souls

Everyday is another day that I feel my heart crack, and my heart break, Everyday is another day that I feel my soul dry, I can no longer produce tears, no longer feel pain, if it is pain I wish to feel, than it shall be replaced with deep anger and hatred, I am broken, I am strong in so many ways, weak in so many others, and yet no one notices until I'm on the ground praying for tears to come, and yet they never do, a broken heart and a dried soul, perhaps it's all that I'll ever possess again