When I cry, it's when no one can see me, when I hurt, I hide my face. In return, to the world I appear like a doll. Emotionless, having trouble breathing. It's hard to stay alive. Every time my heart beats, the crack in my china heart widens. That's what you wanted, but to your surprise, it's my dream too. For when, and only when, my heart shatters, I can then truly be alive, and tell you all the things I have kept inside that fragile case. So bring it on, I smile, this is going to be more fun than it looks.