Alone

My scars are neatly hidden,

just beneath the skin.

On the surface I look flawless, 

though I'm torn apart within.

There is no mark of torment, 

upon my flesh or bones,

Although the pain, it follows me, 

Where ever I may go.

Not pill nor touch can heal it, 

this brokenness inside,

but somehow I can numb it,

with medicated lies.

I take my pills

and count my sheep, 

and drift away to sleep,

knowing that tomorrow brings 

more tears...

             more pain.....

                         and sadness that I, alone, must keep.