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I look at the page but all see is my tears spoiling every word I wrote. 

My heart beats slowly as if it wants to stop. 

My breathing is getting weaker as the tears run down my face. 

I’m looking for a shoulder to cry on. 

Why do I feel this way?

Why isn’t any one listening to me?

No one can see my world falling apart. 

No one can see me getting quiet. 

No one can see the tears that I’m fighting with when I blame it on the onions. 

 Somehow,

They believe that I’m okay. 

They think I’m strong. 

They don’t know how I’ve been doing lately. 

They don’t know that each day that goes by I feel weaker. 

Even when I smile. 

It’s all a show.