Deep Inside a demon hides who carved a smile on my face

Would you...?

"Would you like to be a organ donor?"
"....Yes that.... Yes I will."
"OK just fill this out so we can have a copy of your decision."
"May... May I choose... What organs to donate?"
".....May you choose?.... I'm sorry ma'am but, I don't believe it works like that."
"Oh. ....Nevermind then, I guess."
"I hope you don't mind me asking but, why were you wondering if you could choose?"
"It's fine. It's just... I would give my organs up truly, truly I would. But my heart and my mind are a bit more complicated, on that matter."
"You wouldn't give up your heart and your mind? Why ever not?"
"No, no I would give my heart up, but... Only to someone who needed the love and compassion it holds inside of it, who truly deserves it and needs it most."
"That's very sweet of you. I would hope for something like that too. But what about your mind? Who does it go to?"
"No one."
"Excuse me?"
"I said no one will get it."
"But why ever not? It would make no sense to give up your heart without your mind with it."
"I would honestly. But I can't put anyone in that kind of torment for the rest of their lives."
"Torment? What ever do you mean?"
"My... My mind is a scary place...."
"Oh heavens dear! You scared me for a second there. I know we all believe our minds can be scary at times, but-"
"No. That's not what I meant."
"Oh. Well..."
"My mind is dark. Voices scream out at me. My own inner voice turned against me. It's filled with paranoid thoughts. I live in a constant PTSD state of mind. I can feel "them" to almost as if it was real and it was me."
"What do you mean you can feel "them"? Who are they?"
"People. I can see and hear them."
"What are they saying?"
"Everything. They scream, cry and beg for mercy. I feel the women who were burned at the stake, I feel the pain. I feel the bullet hole from every life taken and the scar of those who survived."
"Oh my gods! That sounds absolutely horrible!"
"Yes it is. The most painful is that of war. The roar of battle, guns, bombs, tanks, planes, missiles, the worst is the screams. The innocents that got caught in the cross fire of war, I could cry and scream till the end of time. But it would be nothing compared to what they feel."
"I'm so sorry, I... how can I help you?"
"You can't. It's not all bad I guess, I feel happy memories too. Every joy and pleasure I can feel it, just by thinking of it, then poof! It's there. It drives me insane all these things flying through my head. So... I guess that's why I can't give up my mind, they'd die before a year was through."
"But at the age you are... How did you make it?"
"Oh yes. I hide it so well, behind a smile or a laugh. Because who would notice that the helper and caregiver to those who can't hide it, has a battle to survive every time they wake up? I can't show it for who could help me? If everyone is already broken? *You can't break a glass, and ask a blind person to fix it for they would just break it some more. Asking a person who could see would be the same, for they'ed just cut their fingers on the shard's."*
"...... I see..... I...."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"No! No. It's OK I'm glad you said something. I feel like I know a little more about the world now. From just speaking with you."
"Oh. Well I'm glad then. Um... Here's your form back."
"OH. Yes that. Well... You know what forget it."
"Excuse me?"
"Forget the form, no one should take any part of you. *For only a person with a loving heart could handle a damaged mind."*
"I... I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, just go and enjoy the rest of your life, and make your own memories, you deserve to."
"Th- Thank you. I will."
"Oh and hey!"
"Yes?"
"It's OK to cry when you need to, the ones you help can help you back."
"Thank you... For listening and everything. I hope to see you again soon and I'll take the advice to heart."
"Good luck. And I hope so too."