The darkness closes in,
a strongbox of emotion locked tight.
Inside, a mirror reflecting all my sin.
I am broken,
it doesn't take a genius to see.
So much conveyed without a single word spoken.
The silence gives me away,
the distance in my eyes goes for miles.
A shout into the darkness that not everything is okay.
Few questions are asked,
I cannot tell if they care or if they simply don't know.
I tend to walk about as if I am masked.
I cannot blame them,
I do not reach out for help.
It is myself I must condemn.
Time becomes slower and slower,
I take another puff of my cigarette.
Thankfully, my confidence cannot get any lower.