Breaking, broken, peices.

Im feel like letting go, not of the feelings, but of everyone who ties me down, bound to this heartache.
I fake smile more, I look into mirrors less, afraid of facing myself, the other side of me that is ashamed of this person im becoming, what im doing.
Im ashamed too,
I just don't want to cry anymore.
Its hard not to cry, sometimes at night, when I come home from working all day, I sit in dark, and cry, cursing myself.