Broken Child

Breaking the mirror, scared of its reflection,
While holding the blade for self-mutilation,
Knocked everything over, pushed everyone away,
To scared to realize it's a brighter day,
Tired of all the crap from so many different places,
Done with looking at these fake smiling faces,
Sick of screaming loudly cause nobody hears,
Finished with crying cause no one see's my tears,
If showing emotions helps relieve pain,
Then why does everything end in this little game,
Broken and lost residing in this soul,
Way to afraid to let everything go,
So out though this blade all the pain ends,
Blood pouring from this wound as the world starts to spin,
Trying to hold onto this conscious state,
Realizing that suicide is the fate,
Memories run thought the mind, as everything goes dark,
Forgetting about everything except the broken heart.