teary blabs.

When I’m happy, I’d laugh with my eyes and my heart.
Smiles drawn on my lips.
Eyes would disappear.

When I’m sad and I’m hiding it, I’d still laugh.
But my eyes would be lifeless.
Empty.

Tonight, I’m no happy.
But I’m no sad, either.
I am jealous.

No smile.
No laugh.
Just tears streaming down my face.
It hurts.

P.S. Curiosity do kills. Since I’m a masochist, it doesn’t matter anymore to me.

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.

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