A hidden heartbroken is a saddest thing.
Silent mourning. Invisible tears. Patched up wounds.
A hidden heartbroken is a turbulence of emotions.
Pent up anger. Welled inside sadness. Façade of joy.
A hidden heartbroken is a plea of longing.
Can you see the dead behind those lighted up eyes?
Can you hear the whisper of misery behind all of those cheers?
Can you hear the splinters of the heart in a perfect harmony?
Maybe not.
Not now.
Not ever.
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