What Becomes of The Broken Hearted?

As a thought enters my head, the opening lines of the song play...

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even

What makes a person a compelling writer, is it his/her ability to put words together, or their passion for a given topic? My definition of a great writer is a person who can walk in the shoes of others, one who can take an emotion and stretch it with his/her knack for using words to convey a powerful message. A blank page on the screen is no different from a empty canvas clamoring for a work of art to be created.
With that said, what emotion am I trying to yield inspiration from? The song: Breakeven by The Script. It is actually the key that allowed me to reflect on the subject of being heart broken.

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her 1st
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and your ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces

It is true, hearts don't break even, there will always be one person who is besieged by the pain, while the other is just blissfully unaware of it - impervious to the other person's feelings.
Why is that? are people just callous by nature? I don't think so, I believe it's just that people find out that they deserve better, or wish for a reprieve from a life spent with a person that is filled with too much chaos. To be perfectly honest, people just move on, and tire from fighting for a relationship that is begetting more bedlam rather than contentment & peace.

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

It hurts. Broken hearts don't mend by themselves, obviously. Some people tend to wallow in it, embrace the pain as it were - thinking that somehow they will die from so much agony.
Have I ever experienced the malady that we call a broken heart? Yes. It's hard, watching someone you love walk away from you, towards somebody else. It's excruciating trying to figure out what you did wrong, or was it ever enough - the things you did? It's a pity to find out that the person you loved was afflicted by ennui and sought out excitement in the arms or the company of another - and there you are, left to salvage what is left of your pride and pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no...

"And this too, shall pass " I heard that quote from the movie "My Best Friend's Wedding" the bellboy told Julia Robert's character that after she griped about her feelings. The thing is, the pain doesn't last forever, it is actually our choice to either drown on all that misery or just get up and move on - easier said than done, I suppose. Hearts will never be made practical until they become unbreakable, what becomes of the broken hearted? they write songs, write books, or find some way to rip the feelings out of them till the feeling ebbs and they find the joy of being whole again.