Where do broken hearts go?

With a curious mind n soft heart...
I wondered about a million things everyday...
A number of thoughts tickled my mind...
With some weird questions...
They drive me to d roads...
Which were never travelled on...
They whispered in my ears...
The mystery tht stayed unrevealed...
Never did we know ...
The deepest secret of life..
Never did we look at ourselves...
N interrogate our eyes...
About the missing pieces of our past...
A part of us is torn...
A part of us is sad...
A part of us is given up...
And a part of us is afraid to face reality...
Either in d memory of someone...
Or wid the love we never found a way...
A part of us has already taken a step back..
In d middle of d million things...
In d middle of d plenty weird questions..
How did we never wonder..
About those little piece of soul...
Which r left behind...
In d running pace of life...
How did our curiosity not turn back n ask?
Where do broken hearts go?
Where did they just disappear?
Where did they choose to move away,
from d house they lived in?
When was d last time we spoke to them?
N will they ever fit again in our skin...
I closed my eyes n have it a deep thought..
I saw a huge classroom
With many colourful hearts...
I saw these broken munchkins...
Sitting wid their heads down...
On d last benches...
They spelled a little annoyance...
N spoke to none of d others..
They looked at each other...
With a bundle of disappointment
Their eyes spelled a sad vibe...
N desired nthng bt peace...
They were numb ...
They desired to ask numerous questions..
B have lost the need to get their answers..
They mourn for d lost happiness..
N are now good frnds wid sadness..
They r in process of learning art...
The art of living with bitter truths of life..
Wid all these bits n pieces...
They still breathe in house of silence..
Behind a bundle of chaos...
Some innocent giggles...
N all d glittery pleasures..
They still survive wid d hope in their eyes...
Hope tht someday...
Someone will pause from their daily chores...
N make time to look for their old selves...
N wonder...
"WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?"
-Arzoo