No one wants your broken pieces,
The hair-width cracks on the
Surface of your skin.

No one wants to share your burden,
The heavy load in your chest
About to cave in.

No one cares to stare into your eyes,
Knowing the pain they'll see
But never how much.

No one wants to hold you shaking,
From the could-be-something,
Cold to the touch.

No one.

Just deceive me, love.