I pray that someone will at least try to know the real me before I die.
They see no tears falling from my eyes and conclude -
"Everything is fine"

*

Toast to all these years of pain and a series of hurt and heartbreaks that have taught me this new thing that, even if you see someone smiling, don't assume they're fine.

Some people just don't cry.
Maybe they do, but maybe they just can't cry out loud enough, so you'll never get to notice the derelict soul within.
Maybe their pain...