broken

I am broken, but you won't find out.
Because I smile and laugh when everybody is around.
Sometimes you can see what is happening inside,
I'll stop smiling for a second or two while looking outside.
Or I'll stare with blank eyes into space, thinking about one thing.
But when I am home, alone in my room,
my eyes are crying rivers while watching the moon.
Sleep is something I'm missing,
untill the darkness and tears are tiring.
I am broken and only the darkness knows.

V.V.