I can see that your smile is fake.
I can see the pain in your eyes.
I know that those aren't "scratches from your cat."
I am the only one that understand you, yet you still shut me out.
You not letting me help you is killing me.
Your sadness is killing me.
pieces.
I feel myself shattering into millions of pieces. I can feel every little piece hitting the ground, and it's killing me. One day, all I'm going to be are these dead, little pieces.