The worst feeling ever is when you’re crying, lying on the bed and trying your damn hardest to breathe as you wonder why it all went wrong. You feel suffocated. You feel as if your chest is going to blast. It feels like there’s wrong that you can’t explain, as if there is a hole in your heart and it’s frustrating. 
You struggle again in breathing, and then you stopped crying. You’re wondering again why things went wrong and why they didn’t work or if it is your fault or not. You’re thinking how you’re going to get up and deal with it in every single day that will pass. How you’ll act as if everything’s alright. 
Waking up and getting out of bed seems to be the hardest thing to do because you feel like there’s no reason anymore to wake up. You feel like you can’t take any of what life has to offer anymore.. 
You’re losing your hope. You’re not giving yourself a chance to get a life, so you just end up hurting yourself again with the thoughts you let to hit your head, and then boogsh!
Your heart is aching again.. 
You fixed yourself, you grab your journal and your pen, you’re writing now your emotions, trying to get them out of your chest, but you failed. Your ballpen drops, and you suddenly feel like crying again, thinking what the hell you’re gonna do about that hole-like in your chest.
And that’s what just most first heart break feels.
Sure, the child who just got her lollipop stolen has the same loneliness, but the feels is deeper than that. The pain is deeper and more excruciating, but you’ll get over it.