Cracked.
The feeling inside my chest that never goes away, deafening me with pounding beats. Those scars over my heart still remain, never fading.
My feeble legs carry me to the bathroom, where the blood-encrusted mirror reflects wilting onyx set in amethyst. Those eyes you once claimed you loved, now hollow and dead looking. What happened then? That tore us apart as if we were flimsy as paper? Is he all you wanted? Is my quiet love for you not enough? You left only these scars. Only memories reveal both blue and violet eyes smiling. The world is twisting around me. Your eyes an all consuming vortex, swallowing me, tearing my scars back open again.
"Hello, America." I say every day. Your reply is always the same, always so painful. My violet eyes glow with tears, then, and I respond:
"I'm Canada."