Your heart beats like a drum.
Your body's going numb.
A shake of the head, you don't want to feel this.
Mascara tracks roll down your cheeks, but you don't care -- your thoughts and voice is bare.
He keeps walking; you're not talking, you can't speak--you're emotionally broke.
It was a lie, a joke.
All you can hear is the thrumming of your heart, as it tears apart.
You collapse, but it's nothing. Absolutely nothing.
