The Shadow

How many suffer?

The Shadow

She stands alone and
she cries the tear
that nobody knows and
nobody hears.

Beginning each day
with hope for the night.
No emotion is present
only existence and fright.

Where pain begin as
the morn arrives.
Only to leave when
all hope has died.

Where all seems lost
there's no dream or care.
The light of day and the n
night somehow share.

Intake now the Shadow
givin life now to end.
Accepting the silence
as depression begins.