For some of us,
the cracks don't show.
People think scars are a must
to validate pain’s highs and lows.
What they don’t realize,
is they’re broken too.
Soon, the sun will rise
a grey crimson blue.
Tears don’t mean you’re hurting,
crying means you’re still fighting.
But empty voids have given up,
on life, on love, on the last spark of trust.
we’ve all fallen down.
It’s time to say goodbye,
to our fallen dolls. Sincerely, a porcelain town.