My inside

My laugh has gone fake,
not because I wanted it too but because it had to.
It was the only way I could shield myself from the outside world.
To protect what the little of me there was left.

My personality hasn't 'changed'
It just adapted so I'm capable of surviving this hell.
Since the only way of getting unharmed is shielding yourself,
creating a shell.

My eyes don't just cry anymore.
The tears are fighting the way up to the surface.
They want to escape the darkness they are caught in while on my inside since my soul is dark as coal.
As dark as the night that rises upon the world after the sun is gone.