They do not see the void within you. They do not know that since he left you have nothing to fill the space that you once called love.
They do not see the memories you carry. The images that are sitting on the edge of your soul, dulling all traces of the light which sustained your being for a lifetime.
They do not see how he has proven all remnants of your innocence to be tainted, blackened. They cannot know the shame that washes through you was poured by this beloved man for whom they grieve.
They do not see how your already shattered heart has melted in the inferno of your mind and your dreams. That it can never remould to any resemblance of what was once beating.
They do not see the weight of your secret. That it crushes down upon your chest so there is no breath remaining to call it life.
They do not see the poison that flows through your blood. They do not know that even in the darkest of shadows, they would still see the tracks of your tears.