The One

The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one when everyone is asleep. No one hears, so no one cares. The one you try to fight, blinking as fast as you can. The one that once that first silent tear slides out of your eye, thousands follow. Broken dam. The one where you face your despair alone, under your sheets. The one that drenches your pillow. The one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. The one where you can't breath anymore. Your heart is heavy and a thousand pounds crush it. The kind with a knot...a double knot blocks your windpipe. It's the one where the sob wont go away. You lie there choking on sorrow. Your quivering lips are the only thing stopping that painful cry from escaping your throat. The one that no one knows about when you see them the next day. The one that's hidden. The one that comes from the girl you least suspect. Because in front of you, I smile.