The mask is slipping, showing memories,

revealing pieces no one sees.

Drown the sound of my last cries,

lost inside these borrowed eyes.

The weight of silence pulls me low,

a truth too sharp to let them know.

Behind the shadows, no ones tries

to see the pain these walls disguise.

Each day repeats, the same dull pain

a circle walked no escape, no gain

I wither slowly, strength won't mend

I wish for nothing-only the end.

And so at last my story ends,

a shadow fading into the rain.

No final plea, no voice to send,

just silence left to hold the pain.