Please Smile When You Think of Me

It's a soft, silent sort of crying.. Like when you realize that a piece of you is missing, but it's so far away. Like finding a treasure in the woods, and not being able to remember which tree you hid it behind. It's frustrating to the point of being painful. Almost like dying, slowly. It's a pain that you can't even locate- just point to your heart to give a vague direction. Some pain is so familiar, you can hardly call it hurt anymore. You just learn to live with it. Somehow it doesn't hurt quite so bad as it used to, and it makes me feel like I'm not alone. I hope I helped give you the same thing.