The Struggle

I feel like I’m being ripped apart.

Nothing good will come out of this.

I feel my heart twinge as he says goodbye.

I want to scream, “NO!”

But no words form on my dry tongue.

Would he listen to me?

No, he wouldn’t, not now.

I struggle to hold in my tears.

My heart stops working, and I let it.

I don’t have anything to live for now.

I stand tall,

Raise my head,

And smile,

Though on the inside,

I’m collapsing.

                   

I keep a poker face as I walk into school.

Why must people mock me so?

They are so happy,

They have a happy life,

Yet here I am, dealing with a soul crippling from a loss.

Here I am, dying on the inside.

I can never be happy again; unless he comes back.