Deep down inside,
where all is not fine,
you can say I've lost my mind.

"Hey Lyn! How are you?"
"I'm fine," I say with a smile.

The words of my mouth that
feign happiness? I can't seem to hear
the tune. But I wish at times, that
people will look into my
windows.
See my screams
and weeping soul.

"Hey Lyn! Wanna go out today?"
"Nah," I shake my head.
"Why not? You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I just, uh, I just feel really tired."

The nights are long and dark
and lonely.
Save for the silver moon who I...
I don't need to whisper
secrets to.
But even with the moonlure,
my body is plagued.
Cursed to be restless, as no sleep
can cleanse the tiredness.

"Lyn! Come on!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm sorry."

Do I need to be reminded that all is
my fault?

A fractured mirror.
A dry fountain of heart.
Hands kissed by blood.
And tears to shed.