Hurted Chest

My chest hurts,
And I'm wandering,
"Is my heart,
Or my soul?"
I truly don't know,
I just know that it hurts.
It could be for my memories,
Those from the Past,
Those I want to forget but I can't,
Or maybe,
Is that person that was kind of special for me,
That person that made me dream,
Dream dreams without end,
Without sense,
Dreams that can never be true or real.
That person that now I think was joking with me,
Or,
Maybe not.
I can't be shure of that,
Because I'm not in his head.
But that doesn't matter now.
My chest hurts,
And is a true pain,
A pain that I think,
It won't stop,
Until I discover the problem,
To fix it,
Or not.
Depends of the problem.
There are things that cannot be fix,
Like love,
But still,
It can be forgoten if possible,
If not,
We can't do anythingf.
Only wait.