Dry Mascara

DRY MASCARA Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my face This time, The sorrow at heart is deeper than anything I've ever penned or spoken of, an atmosphere of dark film and Revlon Many times I allowed myself to die, only to return to the living The numbness of my soul delivers weight nobody can lift Talk of black eyes, the tale of my life reopens every scar On good days, the sun seems to stray from where I lay, Only to reveal the paste that drowns my face At times I blank out the pain, the depression compiles the close quarters of my room Even then, I can't escape every past wound I covered up Hiding was never the problem, the healing process was Institutionalized, no longer able to function as a whole Each cell inside replicates a tight thick wall with no escape The laughter of nothing sinks into a gulf of tears With moods more melancholy than most I press the pain that echoes hard within my head - I weep Deep sadness flows with no mercy, no reason Nothing to cancel out the voices that hush my inner being In a whisper, I ask for H E L P, - I bleed Nobody sees me, nobody hears me, NOBODY..... The mascara ruins another fake mask Grief is somber, a constant reminder to my soul that it can't hide forever Silence - callous Until I can't feel anything... Empty - detached I felt myself become numb Emotions gone I laughed at the end.