Unbalanced

What’s the cure for a broken heart? Is there one? Does anyone know what such a cure would consist of? “Time heals all wounds” is incredibly inaccurate, time may partially heal your wounds but there’s always going to be some residual pain or side effects leftover, unpleasant incurable reminders. Let’s pretend I just cut off my foot, how’s that injury going to look three months down the line? Assuming I don’t die from some bacterial infection, my skin will likely have healed over my open wound but what are the lasting consequences of my foot removal? Chronic pain, infection, rotting, loss of mobility and probably some serious nerve damage-- Does that sound like healed to you? Me either. It sounds like a lifetime full of painful reminders which will insure I never forget the day I was stupid enough to cut off my own foot. Now every time I leave the house, I’ll only put on one shoe and it’ll always feel wrong.
 
Now take relationships— does time heal those wounds or does it simply let the skin cosmetically heal, while infecting you with an infinite number of unforeseen aches and pains? And just like when you cut off your own foot, the phantom pain will immerge just as you start getting used to the prosthetic. It’s fucking depressing, don’t you think? You'll always feel as if there's something missing and that's because well, there is.. you're missing a limb. That's more than simply losing a sock or another earring.
 
I'm experiencing some phantom foot pain coming from the foot I no longer have, the pain felt as real as the day I sawed it off. Since there's no known cure for such a pain, I got high and began remembering the days I walked with both feet. It seems my balance and sense of direction are lacking without the use of my other foot and I haven’t quite figured out how to walk with only one shoe. My life feels empty and crooked, without my foot I'll just never feel right.
 
Fact is; I miss my foot, that foot was all that was keeping me stable under the weight of all my inabilities, the pressure of my haunting insecurities. It’s unbelievable heavy and my body is crumbling as I struggle to stay standing— to stay on my feet. I’m going to collapse any second, under my heart still broken but seemingly forgotten. I’m terrified of walking because I’ve only got this one foot left and if I lose it, I’ll never fucking walk again. But I’d cut it off right now if it brought you back, just don’t forget to bring the prosthetic. Wishful thinking, I know you're indifferent.