Look for it.

Amongst the shattered, broken, small pieces. 

Somewhere on the earth.

My empty shell.

Somewhere between the clouds.

My soul.

Somewhere above the skies.

My heart.

Somewhere under the sea.

My feelings.

If I were to cry my heart out, are you willing to hug me tight?

If I were to break down, are you willing to hold me tight?

No.