I stare at the mirror,
Falling to dust, I wish I were.
In the flesh, I am nothing more,
Then a pure lie.
My truth, is hidden under skin.
I cry, from eyes that aren't even mine.
My heart is ever so trapped,
Beyond the fact it's in a cage.
It's in a body it never should of been.
I feel as if I'm bleeding,
All light is fading away,
As I am, myself.
All again.
The breaking dawn, the clear crisp sky.
My birth, my life, my end.
Shall it ever make sense?
I don't even know.
My excistance is so agonising.
Suicide is whispering in my ears.
I feel as if,
As if my tongue is tied.
I stare into the mirror,
My blood thickens and boils.
Running so fast, thrashing through my veins.
I clench my fists and hold them high.
Throwing them and cutting my knuckles...
I smash the mirror,
My reflection along with it
and I whisper to the shattered glass,
That now lies on the floor, along with my blood.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...
I hate me, I hate what I see."
