Shell

Its the kind of numbness that
makes you stare for hours and hours
at an empty wall
without notice
without feeling
without love.
No one really sees the pit inside your stomach
that you hide with broken laughs
and unkempt promises.
Those tears you wept
and no one dries them
those shaky breaths and
dry swallows,
no one seems to think
that it could ever happen to you.
Because you are fine, fine are you
You are supposed to be happy,
your smile doesn't meet your eyes
you force yourself to laugh
you are silent when there is no one left to please,
Of course you are fine.
The fires you stifle
and the storm that you love,
leaves you numb,
That kind of numbness.