Dead In Your Eyes

Stars twinkle emphatically the darker it gets,
Glowing mightily in response to your signals of distress.
Their sounds of silence speak louder than thoughts disturbed by past trauma I still cry over!
But…
My cheeks still refuse to grin in light of Breath,
Flowing through my body as I’m knocked to ground,
Face down,
While cushioned by a chest I believed to be brittle.
Not a single crack in my armor after getting rid of every thought demons use to belittle me.
Yet,
I’m still riddled.
By the idea of how I’m still alone in the flesh while others feed off of what little I have left.
Just,
A smile I give.
Regardless of how hard it has been…