by Mona N
An emphasis on the facade of strength the broken heart bears
|What do I have to do for you to notice what you’ve done to me? |
I wear the scars that decorate my bleeding heart on my skin, trails dug through tears on my face, hidden by a layer of pride so heavy I can hear my ankles breaking under its pressure.
I walk past you everyday avoiding your eyes, because I’ve been in them before. I’ve fallen deep into that hole of no return and have lost light ever since. It won’t ever take me in again, because I know if I fall in this time I won’t come out.
I look into them anyway, shielding myself from their pain by just a faint dishonest show of my teeth. You might think it’s a smile but deep down we both know all it is is my weapon against the essence of you that seeks to defeat me.
But I will rise each day. I will smile.