My Smile is Fake

My smile is fake... but I am smiling.
My heart is broken... but I still feel it beating.
I sleep 1 or 2 hours... but I am sleeping.
I eat snacks and junk food... but I am eating.
I force myself out of bed... but I do get up.
I go through life's motions... but I am functioning.
I am sad and alone... but I am supported by many.
I feel no love... but I am loved by many.
I am not okay... but I am still here.
I lost my true love... but she will never be forgotten.
I grieve deeply... and that is okay.

No more text messages or phone calls. My phone lays silent.
No more kisses, hugs, or soft whispers in the night.
No more smiles, laughter, or tears of joy.
No more road trips, vacations, or quiet nights together at home.
No more holding hands. No more long walks.
No more plans to be made. No more long winded talks.
No more photos, cards, notes and the like.
No more dancing in circles. No more playing favorite games.
No more memories to be made.

My heart is filled with sorrow; my stomach tied in knots.
My head is heavy and my tears are all but gone.