UNTITLED
By: PadmeSkywalker
It's hard to wake up.
To face the sun when you feel this way.
Get out of bed, follow the same routine,
Live as if nothing's changed.
Smile and laugh, try to feel better,
It just might work.
Fight that little tear to show you're okay.
Letting it fall would show pain,
And that's always a battle on its own.
You feel like crying, but find that your eyes are all dried up.
You want to scream, but find you've lost your voice.
They say sorry and feel bad, and you know they care,
But they don't feel what's inside.
They don't have to live with the sadness in your heart,
Or that one image imprinted in your brain,
Or what you've been through.
Alone in a crowded room,
Waiting to feel better, waiting to feel happy again.
Finally that lone tear runs silently down your cheek.
You feel nothing.
You feel numb, nothing at all.
The mind wanders and you can't help but think,
How happy you are to be alive,
But how wonderful life would be if death gave back,
What it so unfairly claimed…
Part of your heart.