Sing to me songs of sweet sadness,
As I listen to your heart break,
The glass window that is your soul,
Slowly developing fissures and cracks,
Too wide to ever be mended,

All I can do is stare,
As that window finally shatters,
Taking away your breath,
Stopping your Heart,
Pausing your eyes.
And tearing from me the only person I ever truly loved.

When one stares in the mirror,
Only to see no one looking back,
Do they truly realize,
That no one has ever cared enough about them,
To notice them and give them character.

I am one of these people,
That I will admit,
I sit at the back,
Enjoying the silence,
The lack of eyes upon me.

But when I look in the mirror,
Who stares back?
An empty smile,
upon an equally empty face,
A lack of emotion,
Hidden behind a mask,

A fake smile,
But dead eyes,
A fake laugh,
But no upward tilt of the mouth,

Who stares back...
When you're dead?