I sit in a dark corner alone
beside a trash can filled with all that I am worth.
Wrapped in a blanket
woven from the threads of the little self confidence I still posses.
My tears and cries,
that no one knew of,
are packed away
so no one would hear them at night.

The concrete is speckled
mirroring the blemishes of my tatterned soul,
The sky clouded over with grey clouds
like my eyes blurred and fogged by pain.

Even the blood that courses through my veins
will spill on the black top
with nothing but a passing glance of disgust.

And all that seems to be left is a dry face,
a broken heart
and a few stitched up scars.