No one can see it really.
It is an internal thing.
The heart screams at the brain, who shouts back in a different tune.
The instinct want to run away;
Run from everyone.
The body becomes torn; physical signs show.
Crying.
Fatigue.
Scars.
Maybe worse.
Everyone sees; some claim to care.
But is it true?
Lets die outside and see...
***Note - This was written in a low time of my life. At the time of this writing, when my first true love left me, I died inside. At 1:40 AM, on June 7th, 2003, I died.
Written - 6-07-03; 1:40 AM
Added - 6-07-03; 4:12 AM
Jenna White