Shards Of Depression

Sometimes you look at yourself in the mirror
And you don’t even recognize yourself anymore
You touch the glass
And when you finally realize it’s you
You see how others perceive you
It’s then that you want to shatter the glass
Get rid of all the images you see
Break them, until they’re finally gone
Until the hauntings, rather than suppressed
Are finally erased
Until your numb
And you’re erased as well
Then for some unexplained reason
For a few silent moments
You believe you’ll at last be free
And you sit, and you wait for the moment that’ll never come
So you impetuously cut with each and every shard of glass
Bleeding away the hate,
And all the fuc ked up things you’re left to face
Then you toss all that remains
So that none of it had ever happened

Copyright ©2005 Jessica Tedder