I wear a fake smile so you will not see,
all of the torture inside of me.
Will you notice and turn away?
Will my heart, forever, fray?
I don’t want the hurt, in me, to last.
But I know, for sure, it will not pass.

You, who cuts me like a knife;
should be the one to end my life.
Are you too scared to let me go?
Or are you just in some selfish woe?
You know what? I don’t care!
I shall look for this elsewhere!