Broken

Staring at a mirror and seeing nothing more than your own broken reflection,

Looking around you and getting remembrance of those ruined dreams…

(Dreams that don’t cease haunting the complexities of your mind.)

Staring around you, it all becomes shadowy, and then it all fades.

Going back to those memories of when you were happy,

Selfishly wanting to be there again but realizing the falseness of your ideals.

Then staring back at things and remembering how it all fell apart.

Trying to remember how you got to this place,

Trying to forgive those people that have brought you here.

Yet, all you feel is being in a state of nonexistence.

Then all you can think about is what you resent the most:

Everything I worked so hard for…

It’s all gone, it all vanished without a single moments thought.

My broken reflection becomes a reality,

The rage that I contain can not be measured by any scale,

Without thinking I just let my fist slide into the glass.

I can feel the broken glass puncturing my skin,

I can see my blood run through my arm,

It resembles watching someone place a silk scarlet drape,

(Ironic huh?)

The feeling of satisfaction I get as I let my rage go….

It’s still so unfulfilling, and it still changes nothing.

I go to my corner, the one you’ll always find me at,

And I just sit there grasping tears in my hand,

Thinking that tomorrow is another day.