Every crack causes a crumble

I can't seem to write anything worth a damn because my head and heart is so full of poison. A few months ago I went through all my writing and threw away all the journal entries that clouded my judgement to move forward, and stay out of the past. I don't even need the written memories because honestly it's all etched into my heart like an engraving on stone. As life goes on those repeated etches become cracks, and the pieces crumble. Little by little pieces of my heart are being etched away. Sometimes the pieces can be mended, leaving an imperfection of wisdom, just as relationships can be mended... After all super glue will fix any broken nicknack... For a little while. But the strength and stability of that super glued nicknack will never hold the same capacity of weight. We can use the same analogy for life. Once the integrity is compromised it will never be the same. Each etch and each crack will hurt a little more, they will begin to reach deeper to the center of the stone. Tiny microscopic pieces will fall and forever be lost. Causing your stone to never be whole again. The cracks will spread, engulfing the stone in a circular web. It has no pin point beginning anymore, they have all morphed into one. Its end will be the day the entire structure collapses, leaving a pile of rubble. You can only mend a heart so many times before there is nothing left to mend. My hearts crumbling, it doesn't even beat. Every time you take those inches and turn them into feet.