Learning to recognise how I'm feeling...

I hide it. I smile and I laugh and I play. I only scream inside. I only cry inside. The tears dampen the flame of motivation until only ashes are left. Echoes of feelings that can never be rekindled. Can never come back. And I can cry no more. In the end, all things change, and all things are used up. And now my tears are used up, and I have no more to give. So I sit. In numbness and pain. In darkness of light. In the shadows of the sun. In silence. Screaming.