Maybe I’m melodramatic

Or maybe I’m dead inside

Maybe I can’t love

Because my heart has been

Broken over and over

Cracked and frozen

Maybe I’ve died a thousand deaths

Every time I’ve woken

Without you beside me

Maybe I can’t cry anymore

Because there are no tears left

Maybe I haven’t laughed in a year

Because you’ve been gone

Maybe I’m tiered

Of pretending

That I’m OK

Telling myself

Jaded lies

Hoping when I wake

And your not there

I’ll be fine

Because that’s what I

Tell the world

They don’t care

If I’m screaming

They don’t care

If I’m dying

They don’t care

When I’m alone

With only memories

Of you

As long as I smile

And say I’m doing great

When they ask

Maybe I’m being

Melancholy and depressed

Maybe I’m being silly

I have no time

To entertain such thoughts

But maybe this is all that’s real

This hollowness

I act out my play in

Maybe I’m melodramatic

But then again, maybe not