You think that holding your breath
Will stop the tears
But you're wrong
Instead they bypass your lungs
And go directly into your veins
Filling you up
Until they have succumbed
Every viable organ and
You're drowning in them.
So you close the door
And crawl into your space
Pulling your body into a small curl
But it is not tight enough to bring comfort
So you lay your legs down
Press your feet against the door
So your back hits the wall
The tears are still coming
Those damn traitors
You want it
You want it but you swore
Still the index finger lifts
Lays the nail against the surface
You can instantly tell how hard and solid it is
Just by this delicate touch
No need to even tap
You test all four surfaces around you
Know which one will work best
Bring the most relief
You take in a breath, body shifting
Subconsciously to fulfill the desperate need
But realization hits and you jump to your feet
Think that turning the light on
Will stop the inevitable
But again you're wrong
It only reveals the truth in the mirror
Those damn red eyes,
The forced smile
All a pathetic attempt to
Hide a broken heart
It's all you have though,
So you get up, put on your mask
"What's wrong?" they might ask.
"Nothing!" You shine, sliding past.
It is nothing, you think.
Because it will either fix itself
Or you'll get over it.
Most likely the latter.
So you walk out alone.