Destroyed Poem by Jorge Arturo Valles Anguiano

People had asked me,
'Why aren't you crying? '
and I always answer with an smile,
'I really don't know'
but that is a lie,
I know why I don't cry,
I learnt to stop crying,
I learnt to stop showing my suffering,
I have felt all the pain of others,
I have lost people that I love,
love has made me suffer,
braking my kind heart.

When I get punched they ask me
'Why aren't you showing pain? '
and again I smile and say
'I really don't know'
'You must be a monster without feelings',
but I am not,
I am just destroyed from inside to outside,
I haven't lived a long life
but I have already suffered a lot,
and I understand others pain,
because I have suffered the same,
but a part of me is not destroyed at all,
I cry the last night because I could stand,
it was like if my legs where about to break,
my hands start to shake,
like if all the pain I never felt
is coming to me,
making me feel what I needed to,
reducing me into nothing,
like if I was garbage
and the pain was fire
burning my body.