Below

The sharpness of your words cut me open.
My emotions spill out like blood;
I curl up, trying to hold on to what's left.
You ask me to smile, pretend I'm ok.
Like nothing you did was wrong.
It was me. 
I expected too much.
How dare I not be ok?
You said you were sorry; that should make it go away.
But the cuts are still visible to me....
The wounds weep long after my tears have dried.
Will I ever be ok again?
This mask of happiness is heavy.
I'm too tired to hold it in place.
Below is an ugly mess.
Sadness, anger, despair.....loneliness. 
Nothing is fixed but my smile.
Smile, you say...like everything is ok.