it amazes me how we're broken
in our own little ways but, all
of us manage to conceal our scars
with a smile deceiving enough for
the person next to us to believe
we're fine; there are no storms
in our minds or muffled screams
shoved down our throats.

some people choose to stain
their skin with their mistakes
inked in glory; others just let
the broken rhythm of their
heartbeats make music.

i have learnt the emptiness
never really leaves us.
we just fill ourselves up
with a fresh set of smiles
we get from happy beginnings
rather than letting it eat up
what's left of us.

i couldn't find a new beginning.
i figured it's buried under the blackened
silence and silver tears.

i no longer have the strength to find
a new beginning so, how am i
supposed to have a happy ending?