Personal poetry

Tears

One thing he couldn't stand
was the tears of a loved one,
Even though his emotions where dead
They weren't all gone.
A smile on his face was just the begging
Nobody really knew that he was pretending.
Glowing from sight,
Yet dying inside.
With his heart shattering
With every step he took.
It seemed as if his life was like a book.
Not because it was so detailed, no,
Because it seemed as if he was stuck amongst the pages with nowhere to go.
With his fate already decided for him,
When will the suffering end?
Nobody really knew, he sure wish he did.

(P.s. Tried switching point of views so it's in the perspective of the girl and not me but failed ^^')