Breath

Below the Surface

I am hollow,

Dead inside,

And broken.

Each shard of glass,

Slicing me apart,

Slowly,

Carefully,

Painfully.

I am haunted,

I am scarred,

I am tormented.

Every year,

Month,

Week,

Day,

Hour,

Minute,

Second.

I feel,

Numb,

Unloved,

Uncared for.

But you would never tell,

From the smile I wear.

Or really know how fake that smile is.

Unless,

You dig,

Deep,

Below the surface.