Stitched Up Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

So lost and confused,
and I always seem to miss
the wrong person.
Ashamed of my behavior
and frustrated that I can't seem
to get across what I'm feeling.
I'm al smiles and laughs
on the outside.
But on the inside...
I'm crying.
Just trying to stitch up
the remains of a long broken heart.
But sometimes I wonder why
I even bother.
Who would care
if one day I just stopped trying?
Who would care?
No one.
My silence would be deafening
but no one would notice.
Just avert their eyes
and keep walking.

Jan.-12-09