The Echo Of Silent Weeping Poem by Paula Lubbe

I wish I had someone who's there for me
Who would see my pain and care for me
Hiding behind this smile can't last forever
Blue eyes grow bloodshot, each second longer

This square room, so dark yet crowded still
Though I am alone, my crowd is my pills
If I were ill, they could cure what ails me
Alas it's not that simple, all solutions have failed me

I can't stay here for much longer, I fear
And try as I might, I can't get away from here
So my best chance would be to try to return to sleeping
And listen to the echo of the silent weeping