Sad Life

Alone and in denial
Looking in the mirror
For a trace of a smile

Touch my hand to my face
Raise the corners of my lips
It looks so out of place

My hand drops down
The pretend smile goes
Replaced by a frown

My eyes stare intently
Looking at this person
That is meant to be me

A tear falls down my cheek
I close my eyes
Suddenly feeling weak

My hand reaches for my knife
My only relief, my only peace
In this ugly, sad life.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005