Fruit of the Soul; A Collection of Miscellaneous Writing

Hidden Tears

Whenever I see you,

I smile.

Whenever I hear you,

I smile.

Whenever I talk to you,

I smile.

Whenever I think "you",

I smile.

Then.

I see what you are doing,

and I have to hide my face.

I hear what you are saying,

and I cringe.

I listen to our exchanged words,

and I have to look away.

I think of you every day,

and all I can do is cry.

Because you have broken me!

How dare you?

You have taken my heart, cradled it, healed its sorrows!

Then you came and shattered it, ripped it to shreds and laughed as the broken pieces fell between your fingers.

You watched them fall to the ground, and stomped them in mirth.

That is my heart, you monster!

I cry out in pain to you, but you cannot hear me!

Maybe it is because of me.

Because it's all in my head.

How can you care about what you are doing to me?

You don't even know you are.

You don't even know I am but a

shattered,

empty,

shell

of what used to be me.