Is
it possible to hurt more than this?
When
it is all over my heart will still be his.
Though
broken and stained and the side with a tear,
My
heart will go on beating taking more than it can bare.
This,
however, you shall never know,
For
my pain is the one thing in my life I refuse to show.
I
silently scream as I pass you by,
With
a smile and a wave as I silently cry.
This
secret is one I must carry myself,
For
I can't stand to see my pain in anyone else.
I
know people care, I can see it in their eyes,
But
having the feeling of pity is one I despise.
Life
will go on I understand this all too well,
But
right now I feel I'm in a living hell.
I
stand alone, for some reason this is what I prefer,
Quietly
shrieking, knowing this is my only cure.