Numb.
That’s what I am.
All the sadness has now glazed over my eyes.
Seeing everything in a blur.
But seeing nothing at all.

Tired.
That’s what I am.
Fighting the light of the day to come.
Wishing every night.
That it would be the final time that my eyelids fall.

But no one knows this, no.

Because when I wake up.
I slap a smile on my face
and act.
And act like everythings great.
Everything’s wonderful!..
But no.

When I am alone.
That is when the mask comes off.

I do not pretend any longer.
I stare off into the darkness ahead of me
with not a hint of light other than death.
Thinking so much that I am not thinking at all.
Blank.
Tomorrow will come, and it will begin again.
My eyelids will rise but they will be heavy as bricks.
I will go through another day, with my body and soul both feeling numb.