My heart isn't dead. It's just numbed. 
I'm not sad, but I'm crying. 
I have scars, but I was never hurt.
My life is gone, but I'm still here. 
The glass if half full, but it feels half empty. 
The holes are shallow, but I fall right through.
Your knowledge is decieving, but you mean no harm.
Your painful cries show fear, hate and anguish, yet your
eyes show care and warmth.
Your soul is black and hollow, but your voice calms my
pain.
My smile proves joy, but my bruises show hurt.