Dear Diary. A story of Tears

Oh, won't you tell me,
won't you tell me how it's supposed to be?
Who is it that I see; who's there inside
of me?
I can't be anything but broken,
broken on this earth;
And you don't see a thing, just laugh for all your worth. I'm already all broken down,
and my breath starts to seize;
I pull, but it won't come apart and you can see the truth freeze
Breaking apart, but I can't drop;
I'm going mad, my mind can't stop;
Then finding you made something pop