I swallow my tears.
I smile with dead eyes.
I am broken and hurt.
I don’t know what to do or how to do it.
My heart is so heavy and excruciatingly painful.
I want to cry, but my eyes are dry clogged wells.
Yet, I mourn and wail in my heart.
The smile on my face is but a pathetic camouflage.
Oh, what do I do now?
I fear sinking into the quagmire of depression.
The strong pull of the treacherous cliff is hard for me to resist.
The deceitful numbness and light-headedness of sleep and meal deprivation, push me into the jagged rocks of despair.
I need to keep my head grounded and latch onto hope, or else, all is lost.