Day after crying, eyes are red and puffy.
I put on a smile to make others think I’m fine.
But little does any one know I’m dying on the inside.
My heart feels as if it is still and no longer beating.
My lungs feel weak, making each breath I take harder to inhale.
And my soul feels ripped apart, your heartless claws seem to be the cause.
A night full of sorrow and sobs, is followed by a day of…