|Pinned on smile, I hold my broken heart in my hands.
I have nothing left to give, and I don't want anything more.
All these tears I have cried are in a jar at my feet.
All the pain I'm feeling is in a knot in the pit of my stomach.
All of the negative things that have ever been said to me are scrambled throughout my brain.
These things tear me apart, shred by shred, but they are all I have left anymore.
People offer a shoulder, a phone call, or a talk but I refuse.
I don't want anyone to see the blackness that now consumes myself.
I need a light to fill me again.