Stitch Me Up

A tear slides down this face of mine
I tell myself this will be the last time
I’m still amazed that I have tears to cry
I thought I was finally empty inside

Eyes glisten in my room so dark
My tears reasons, a question mark
I don’t know why I feel this way
Friendship pushed aside for another day

I try to tell myself that I deserve more
But as I try to, my tears fall
Faster and faster they come crashing down
Of course, no one hears, not a sound

My broken mask, my hearts disguise
Is what these tears symbolize
They’ll fill up buckets, one by one
Yet no one notices I’ve come undone

I ask myself, Am I asking a lot -
To want more than what I’ve already got?
I empty the buckets and refill them again
Wondering when the mask will mend

A little stitching, a bit of TLC
Will mend my broken mask finally
But what if it’s true, the one thing I dread -
That no one has a needle and a thread?