Ashes

How we suffer alone, quietly. Keep the tears held back tight. Dying inside, explosions already. The eyes don't give us away. Smile through the pain. Curtsy with a broken leg. Blow kisses with dead fingers. That pretty face is falling off. Keep smiling. Don't let them find out you are a farce and a phony. Hell is an all to familiar place for you now. An angel gave you a heart of gold and threw it down a hole. Straight to Hell. You're on fire and now turning to ashes now. Don't let them know. Smell pretty, blow kisses, and curtsy. In your pile of ashes.