Some hearts break softly, without a sound, No warning cracks, no screams around. They shatter deep where no one looks, Between fake smiles and unread books. The world keeps moving, unaware, While something precious dies in there. No one stops to ask or stay, Because quiet pain gets pushed away. And so they learn to bleed unseen, To break in ways that stay clean. Some hearts fall apart in perfect disguise— No one hears the pieces, only the eyes.