Tears, long-since cried, still stain my pillowcase.
My heart, with its relentless beating, pounds on when I feel like giving up.
My eyes, which have seen the souls of a thousand possible soulmates, search on.
My secrets, which remain buried beneath what seems like a mountain, know the "other" me.
My ears, which bear the burden of a million secrets, bear the burden of a million more.
But what about me? Will I survive?
