Alone With My Thinking

Alone with my thinking

darkness stretches all nightlong

This is how my evenings stretch

but I continue to be strong

 

My shell looks unscathed

in one solid piece with no flaws

but if my skin were transparent

the world would see it all

 

Crimson red from rips in my heart

tear ducts shriveled and parched

the quiet pain and torment

leaving my soul void and famished

 

Ask me how I’m doing

my eyes crinkle smiling large

“Fine, but how are you?”

relief depression shows no scars

 

Alone with thoughts

just another day

disguising I’m really ok

but inside I feel so far away