The Sacrifice

No eyes have seen them but mine.
Though I put on a mask for the world,
though I dry them and move on,
They know what they've seen; the traced line.

I'll be your sacrifice,
I'll be whole.
I'll hide the hollow within.
You won't know: nothing is whole.

I'll smile a tearful smile for you,
I'll sing a song of sorrow,
I'll write a silent symphony.
You won't know: no one is whole.

A spark of hope deep within my heart,
is to know that I've kept you in the dark.
I will endure this pain for you.
Whether I make through it or not,
I'll be your sacrifice.

You will never know this,
I don't want you to know.
You won't cry, you won't scream,
you won't despair, and you won't know:
Nothing is whole.
No one is whole.
I am not whole.
I fly on broken wings.

~Haruki