Broken

Like a whisper in the wind
she goes unnoticed.
Not seen as she slowly
fades away.
In the hallways you will see her
composed ad calm.
But looks can be decieving
inside no calmness lies.
No, grief and agony
is all that is found.
Her pain is not seen,
not sensed, ot known.
Her life ticks away, but in reality
it has ended long before.
Darkness is all that is seen
through her eyes.
No light, no beam of moonshine
to guide her through the endless night.
She stumbles along
no path to leaed her.
Still her face is composed, calm
almost cold it seems.
A mistress of lies
she is.
A smile, a laugh
all lies and deciet.
For they all are fake,
nonexistent.
Tears go unshed,
words left unspoken.
She holds it in
her shattered heart.
The quiet one, the shy one
she is described.
But in actuality there is just nothing to say
when you are dead inside.
She will cotinue living
this staue made of stone.
Her broken heart
will keep beating.
Her life continuing
on into eternity.
An eternity of
hell and pain.
Until the day
when she can finally have peace.
And lie in her
eternal resting place.