I broke you and mend you again.. how funny is that?

I broke things that are sentimental towards to me.
Breaking it because I know I can mend it again, though it will never be the same. 
I break things that meant a lot to me all because I felt overwhelmed in myself. 
Breaking things because I feel childish for feeling too much.

Though i should've never done that; Not when I will crawl back to mend what i broke. 
It lingered cracks and anguish 

now I starve myself and not repent..
why must I?
why do I 
How do I?

Break my bones.. and grieves my soul