My heart aches for the people who seek shelter but are deprived by circumstances.
My heart aches for those who long for family love but are denied by choice.
My heart aches for the people who are obviously trying to make a change but are denied of chances and opportunities.
My heart aches for the those who are deprived of support by the very people they expect to comprehend both their obvious and hidden emotions.
My heart aches for the people who are grieving. For those who are longing. For those who are losing. And those who are lost.
My heart aches for those who are like me. Those who only wish to be home. Those who only wish to be away for a while so they can recharge, redefine, redirect. Those who have lost the motivation to keep going in life but continue to live, anyway.
My heart does ache for me. It does ache for the lost soul that is me. It aches for the mentally drained, and emotionally exhausted who got no one but this platform to open up to. It aches for those souls whose only wish is to be listened to. My heart aches for the helpless me.