The voices in my head are deafening,
their relentless clamor echo through my mind,
while my wounds bleed through the fragile stitches,
Each crimson drop a reminder of battles fought in shadows.
I despised the twisted reflection that stared back,
the haunted eyes filled with shadows, robbing me of light.
In a moment of fury, I struck; the mirror shattered,
a cascade of glass, as if the broken mirror took my soul with it
Now, the shards lie pieces of my soul,
an artful tapestry woven from my own masterpiece destruction—
I wanted to crown the voices and surrender
The voices that echo inside:
“Your mark on this world is a flicker, a spark,
You’re just a walking shadow, a ghost hide.”
So I gather the pieces, though cut deep with regret,
and whisper her name with every tear that I wept.
For within these jagged edges, I know she still waits—
the girl who deserves more than the weight of these fates.
Though my search for her is blocked out by the screams
The voices are relentless; they drown me in their hue.
“They wear the masks of camaraderie, yet their hearts pulse with lies,
Pity’s embrace is their cruelest disguise.”
"You have all this water and people leave you dry because you deserve to wander in a desert."
“Your body is a crumbled temple, remnants of sacred worth,
Used up, as though your essence was never meant to be cherished,
As if the bodies around you siphoned your light,
Leaving only shadows where once stood a sanctuary of stars”
“He doesn’t truly love you; your heart is but a mirror,
Reflecting his fractures, a cascade for his own healing,
A fleeting muse to soothe his restless soul,
While you stand hollow, a flame flickering against”
"No angel watches over you, no guiding light to be found—
Each time you reach solace, it slips away, unbound.
You, a celestial being, rich with grace and sorrow”
“You’re such a failure; look at the wreckage—
Jobs slip through your fingers like sand in the night.
Motivation a phantom, lost in the wreckage,
Dreams tangle like vines in the dead of this fight
We give you no will to drive to build your empire, no will to take flight.”
“You’re losing your voice; the stars play their part,
While you fade in the backgrounding soul from heart.”
Your screams echo softly, a prayer for release,
‘Shut up! Please go away!’ searching for peace.
But the chorus surrounds me, a symphony of despair,
“Safe with us,” they murmur, “the demons linger here.”
“In the silence that follows, the shadows creep near.”
“If you try to lead astray,
Demons always lurk close and feast on your fear.”
Though something interrupted that last statement
The shattered glass became new mirrors
They reflected more than the girl I have been seeing
They showed me my old selves scattered around me.
