When a little part of you dies inside,
It feels
Horrible.
It feels like you're dying all over
But you're not.
Just inside.
Another part of you...........................gone...........................fore­ver.
Never to return.
Never to heal.
The part that's left,
Dies a little
More
And more
Until....
It stops.
I see you die inside.
A chunk here,
A patch there.
And it hurts me,
More
Than it hurts you.
Because
I'm the only one who knows you are dying.
You keep it so secret, nobody,
Nobody,
Nobody knows you're dying.
Except me.
And it kills me.