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I look in the mirror and hate my image
the twin of me screams
but you can not hear her
If you don't like yourself
smash the mirror into pieces
blood and glass all over the floor
tears falling from your face
why cant I be a ghost of what I once was
some where along the path I lost it
I lost myself
I lost my memory
Who am I?
Why can't I find what I once was?
This dirty window it won't budge
I can see images in the glass
they keep blurring almost visable
Who am I inside?
My face in the mirror cracks and falls
how can it hurt this much?
tears rolling down my face
my hands blocking out all sound
Can't find Can't find the memories
The memories of me
Who is that?
The reflection in the mirror tears falling
The pain twisting her face
How can that be me?
I lost myself
I lost my sanity
my image is blurring
wild thoughts are moving
PLEASE, please help
can't help,can't help, can't help my self
Then I see the slow smile
the slow smirk
Then iI see the sparkle in the images eyes
pounding on the glass
braking it apart
a hand reaches out bloodied and raw
my hand takes it slowly
I fall into darkness
How can I be?
Who is me?
How can I save myself?
My old self drowning slowly watching the time go by
can't find the reason behind this.
It's washing, washing away everything
This mind is wishing, wishing on a star
just hoping to get a new life
another chance
open my eyes and see
Can't find the mirror just pieces of glass and me.
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Title:
Me and the Mirror
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Artist:
Sullen Faythe
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Description:
I wrote this when I was really sad and angry so its a bit strange.
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Date:
10/14/2008
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Tags:
mirror
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