Broken glass

I am watching a bleeding wound,
My soul are bleeding darkness,
Voices rumbling inside me,
I tried to reach the skies alone.

I am climbing mirrors,
Seeing only parts of me,
Reflected in loneliness,
I am stretching out for solitude.

You have been the center of my life,
The creator of my gravity,
Now you are a reflection of a shadow,
A small breeze in the room, cracking the mirrors.