Torn to the core
Behind the Smile, a Shattered Heart.
I’m tired of being the passing thought,
An option, a pause, a lesson they’ve been taught.
I give my all, emptying my soul,
But never find the pieces to make me whole.
I send my heart in texts so long,
Hoping someone will see where I belong.
But one-line replies cut like a knife,
Why don’t they feel the weight of my life?
I feel worthless, a shadow in the light,
Smiling by day, breaking by night.
Would anyone notice if I slipped away?
Would anyone miss the words I say?
I long for a hug to melt my pain,
To cry so hard, to cleanse the stain.
But tears won’t fall; they’ve turned to stone,
Leaving me here, aching alone.
I’m desperate, I know—it’s love I crave,
To be seen, to be held, to feel brave.
But why must I always reach first?
Why am I always the one who hurts?
Deep down, I’m shattered, torn apart,
A broken soul with a heavy heart.
Yet still, I smile, trying to be,
Something whole in this fractured me.
This poem reflects the loneliness and emotional exhaustion of giving love without receiving it in return. It delves into the pain of feeling like an afterthought, longing for connection, and masking inner brokenness with a smile. It’s a heartfelt expression of desperation for love, validation, and the healing power of genuine care.
