It hurts. Does it Matter?

It hurts
It hurts deep down
Where there is no place found
It became a habit
yes indeed
to keep the sorrows burning
to let if feed
It pulled me in
pulled me so hard
It became a place of darkness
where sadness was the dart
Kind gestures concerns for me
was just a way, that distracted me

The pain grew,
grew inside of me
Time was left running
Life begun shattering
I was broken, I am still 
I needed a refill

The question is
I shattered. 
Does it even matter?

- Love
Devyani