In Pain

For every goodbyes that I said,
a little piece of my heart went along with them
No matter how good the reason was,
I still couldn't stop myself from hurting

Though I think by now I have learned the art of moving on
How can the wound still sting?
Because not everything that is broken can be fixed,
not all that hurt can be healed
And for each scars, my heart just shut even tighter
trying to protect if from breaking even more
But then, can one feel pain where there's nothing left to hurt?
Isn't my heart shattered already?