Darkness

You cannot see me
as you walk past my
lonely dark door. The
curtains pulled tightly
shut against the cold
clouded glass that you
use as a viewing
screen into my life.

And I sit there alone
bearing no feeling
blank eyes on the dark
ceiling. The chair stained
red from those cold teary
nights. A scar on my
neck, my arms, my soul.
Gone forever I am.