I am a room with no decorations
Rotting away into the night.
I cover the walls for you
So you can’t see the mess.

Hidden from the public eye
Is where I cry.
These windows wet
With showers of tears
I cover them up
Curtain after curtain.

This box is where I lay broken
Trying to regain my logic.
These walls come undone
At the dead of night.
The silence of my heart
Which no one can hear,
Brings the mess alive.
...I no longer have to hide.