Dont they know i only make small talk because I have to, that it just takes up those few precious seconds until I can be alone with my self and fall apart in peace? I can put on clothes, wear the smile, and fake it all day long, but as soon as I’m alone, behind closed doors I totally fall-the-fuck apart. Don’t they know that? Can’t anyone see? I sob until I can’t anymore. I cry for me, for you, for us, what could have been what was and what will be. Every day I do this. Every damned day. I feel like a robot that just goes through the motions every day to interact in polite company. When I’m alone my heart shatters into a million pieces again as my mind takes me to to your taste your smell, the way you look at me — It all plays out like a movie on repeat in my head. Its what I have to live with to live with myself. Can’t anyone see? Cant you?