Heartbroken

When I was small, I used to come across so many questions. What does it feel like to be heart broken? Why does it hurt much more than physical injury? Why did my sister cry in a corner, telling us that her heart got broken? At that time, the only thing my heart got broken over was when my sister stole my toy. But I threw a fit and gained what was mine back. But somethings are meant to go. They never come back, just leave behind wisps of memories, and pain and grief. They don't look back, to see the pieces they left behind. No, they just go on, leaving a heart broken in pieces. And that's what my father did.........he left me behind.