THE FAKE

No...I repeatedly whisper to my self between each gasp of breath. I will not let the tears deceive me, I will not let anyone get any satisfaction of seeing me hurt.
In spite of that, I cry
Each silent tear that cascades down gives me a moment to ponder about the occurrence and the closer I get to an answer, the tears on my cheeks freeze.
A broken heart...I never believed the cliché that a heart could break. Or that heart could die. My heart is breaking and dying.
Growing up in a small town wasn't always easy for me. I felt that I was constantly hiding and denying the per…