Dried tear traces on my skin

If I move, my face    might    crack.

                            And fall to my feet and    s  h  A  t  t  E  r

Spreading fragments of    thoughts         feelings         dreams

                                                  Broken like my heart

          It's    too    late for comfort

                                                     I'm leaving.

  Wrapping the shadows in      trembling     hands

                                            covering my soul to smother silently

I turn the volume up,       louder,       louder

                        To drown out my pounding heart.

                        To hide my cries, your words

I am filled with the loneliness,                                   I don't need you

                      There is        a face         in the glass                 I want to know

So strange,          I've never seen it before

                                                                 Only in the moment between sleep and waking

     have I felt this skin                    this body

Is mine.