The mirror inside of me has two different faces,
each shard of glass holding a story of my life,
several dimensions just like my chambered heart.
I have to remain strong,
even though things feel like they are falling fast apart.
I pretend that is just another phase
in my never-ending journey of survival,
but even though I never planned it,
I have recently forgotten who I am,
or who I ever was.
I no longer feel like me,
I feel like a stranger has taken over my entire body
and invaded my fragile and gullible mind.
Is it mistaken identity,
or do I just not recognise myself?
I was misplaced into suicide's sleep,
merging with the black goodbye.
Sometimes life gives you no way out,
something inside just clicks
and the only way you can imagine being fine
is to acknowledge that your soul no longer exists,
and this mirror inside of me
is shattered beyond anyone's repair.
