The mirror

Time, and time, and time again.
I stand here before my mirror,
and watch my soul bleed.

Thorns scratch and tear,
and the razors slice.
The daggers stab and cut.

My own heart sits there
laughing and taunting me.
Pointing with a bloody finger.

I shut my eyes tight,
hoping all the horror is gone.
Like a morning's fading nightmare.

I would pinch myself awake.
Just to see if it would work,
but these claws are too sharp.

I rub the sweat out of my eyes,
and taste the blood on my hands.
A small, teasing, taste of reality?

Is there, in truth, hate or love?
Will the light of my soul
chase off the shadows?

My soul continues to bleed.
The mirror's silver is dulled,
and my reflection begins to fade.

Time, and time, and time again.
I see blood in my tears.
Will someone please break the mirror?