My Room

My room is an empty space,
Just like my heart,
With a smile on my face,
I'm cutting myself apart.

There are flowers in my room,
They witness me cry,
As they continue to bloom,
my smile begins to die.

On the table sits a photograph,
Of me holding you,
Then I was smiling and I would laugh,
Then I believed happiness was true.

The mirror on my wall,
portrays me as a big mistake,
It counts the tears that fall,
And proves my smile is fake.

Even as I sit here,
my smile slips away,
And I fear,
That sad is how I'll stay.

The walls whisper the lie,
They know how I scream,
I can smile if I try,
And happy is how I'll seem.

My barrier, my warning,
My door, shut tight,
The room inside is mourning,
as I loose this fight.

There's blood on the handle,
The floor and the blade,
Out goes my candle,
AS the final breath was made.