"Smile though my heart is aching.
Smile even when I feel it breaking.
What's the use of crying?
Even when I feel like dying."
Would anyone hear me scream?
I can't wake up from this dream.
So tired, but can't sleep,
All I seem to do is weep.
How can I ache when I feel so numb?
So much to say, but I've been struck dumb.
How can I feel so hollow inside?
Feels so much like something has died.
Was it love? Was it hope?
Was it happiness hanging from that rope?
The silence is killing me, and taking it's time.
So now I've become some grinning mime.
Nothing can calm the storm that is no longer there,
And everyday I'm struggling to really care.
I'm a shadow of myself, and a poor one at that.
No longer can recall my Cheshire Cat.
Yet still, I continue to walk my damned mile.
I'm sure I can do it...if I just...smile.