I lift my head

Eyes wet
tears roll off my face,
as i sit in my own dark corner,
I'm weaken by my tears,
as they begin to slow,
i wipe them away so only reddened eyes show,
my heart hurts as i lift my head up high,
it is broken,bleeding,and bruised,
as i try not to cry,
standing up my heart lets out a sigh and i look to the mirror to see a young girl who's not ready to die,
no matter how much pain shes is going through,
she must live every day with a fake smile and a heart full of pain,
as one day her time will come when she is set free,
and crys no more tears,and feels
no more pain