The Happiest Sadness.

Broken Soul.

I'm broken.
I've broken from the inside out.
My innocence,
My passion to live life,
Is gone.
I don't exactly know how long it's been gone.
I can feel my soul break into a thousand pieces before I start to heave from crying.
My hot tears burning my face before colliding on to my cold thighs.
I gulp and stare off into the black night sky, wishing I could just become a part of it.
Past memories play before my eyes, showing me how I once was.
Showing me the bright minded child I once was.
How I saw the world with such innocence.
How my smile was once real. Never forced.
How when I cried it was merely because I had fallen down and scraped my knee.
Love was being around my family, and having fun.
But now?
I've got a dull mind. That lacks the color I once created.
How I can look at the world, and see the darkest parts of it.
How my smile is now only a glimpse of what I use to be. Of how happy I use to be.
I now cry because I've had my heartbroken, by a boy who couldn't care less.
And love is a cold fist in my face, and a quick apology to try and cover up what just happened.
I lost my innocence when I became heart broken.
The color crumbling into ash as it burnt up from my thoughts.
Only smiling, to keep from hurting someone else.
I've been broken since I was a child.
Only, I've never admitted to myself.
That is, until now.