I Feel With My Liver.

Mentally, people don't break. We're not toys that become damaged or bikes that come with a warranty.
We're made to heal and survive. One doesn't just crack open and leak until there is no more emotion left to flow through their veins. It's not like our hearts can just stop working due to too much abuse or sorrow. It heals, and slowly begins to work again.

What many people see their heart as is a giant emotion filled vessel in our chest where we keep all of our deepest secrets and thoughts.
Not just some pumping organ that helps distribute blood throughout the body.
What I've wondered is why the heart is the part we listen to? Why do we follow it and try to find so called keys to other people's?
I mean can't we think with our livers?

We get heartaches, bruised hearts, even broken ones. Well Literally speaking, when someone's heart breaks, they die.
So maybe we use this metaphor, since we literally need our heart to live. And since this vessel is so important to our well being, when they’re bruised or scarred, it does seem like the end of the world.
We speak of this heartbreak as if we are on the verge of dying! As if we name our hearts as the storage place for our emotions because of its ever-so precious value to the human body.
I mean with a battered heart, one cannot move on... let alone move, right?
You can fix a broken stomach or a bruised liver but it is true, the heart is our most important thing to have working. Because once it stops pumping, we cease to exist.
Maybe that's why break up’s are so dramatic.

People who claim to have no heart are barely even alive. Just floating around aimlessly and emotionless.

What is strange to me is that people brand themselves as broken when they've had bad pasts. When events have occurred before that have damaged their souls and simply left them scarred, according to them. As if they were an iPhone that was dropped in the water or something and just doesn’t seem to work right anymore.
Can we really be scratched or bruised?
After all, most of us see our hearts as a reflection of our outer selves, prone to blows and punches, slowly healing after each beating.
Those who don't want to get into relationships after a bad breakup; just looking out for their hearts. I mean they are still fresh with wounds. You can't blame them for only giving the necessary dosage of time and Neosporin to heal.
And by Neosporin I mean chocolate.

But we cannot dwell on these little cuts and bruises we get along the way of our
life. We shouldn't brand ourselves as damaged goods. We should call ourselves
courageous heroes who have made it through the battle with nothing but a few
scratches.
Because like all slices and wounds, the ones on our hearts heal. They heal until
the only thing you can see is a microscopic scar that brands you as nothing less
but a brave survivor.