Little Things

Sometimes,

You don't know how much little things hurt

So what?

If I have a smile plastered on my face

It isn't okay

It isn't

And

It won't be

You might not notice all those dried tears

Or those teary chokes

But that doesn't mean they don't exist

Maybe someday

I'll get so used to those kind of stabs

I'll feel so numb

So numb

That I won't be able to feel anymore

So numb

That there is no longer a surrounding wall protecting my heart

But a frozen one

A frozen heart