Silent Suffering Poem by Sarah Child

I sit alone-
in my lightless room.
The blinds down-
my door closed.
Tears run freely down my vacant face-
staining my pale cheeks.
The pieces of my broken mind lay on the floor-
like a shattered mirror.
The fragments cut into my flesh-
the pain eating at my soul.
My porcelain skin glows in the darkness-
my bloodshot eyes stare into oblivion.
My heart grows cold and blacker-
than the darkness surrounding me.
The door opens-
and the mask of smiles and laughs appears.
My soul slowly-
dying.