I Sat Staring

A psychological thriller of a poem so to speak. Please enjoy.

There I sat...staring, just staring into that mirror of mine...
I sat there staring into eyes that weren't mine...
The face I saw I didn't know...
No expression it did show..
I neglect to state my former self...
The one I hid, I threw back on the shelf..

I sat there scared...afraid of what may become..
I sat there dying slowly..the cause of no one..
I raised my hand, 
The other didn't raise back...
When I leaned forwards,
It slid back...

What the hell is that in this mirror?
That isn't me!!!
It's just a shadow of who I used to be!!!
The sadistic, twisted, sickened sight, 
Please!!! I don't want to die tonight!!!

She's back for revenge...
She wants my head...
She hates me for killing her, 
And now she wants me dead!

Little does she know...
If she kills me, where will she go?
I am her, she is me...
She's the epitome of what I used to be...

I leaned forwards more,
And she began to grit her teeth...
I reached towards the mirror,
And she took a knife and stabbed me..

I looked down at my chest...
I saw the blood begin to seep...
I looked up at her eyes,
And she began to weep..

She began to realize she would go down with me...
Her shattered heart was the same as mine..
And that was where the knife was entwined..
I stared at her...I looked to her chest..
I saw the black blood as it seeped through..

Together we fell,
Parallel...
Across from one another...
We fluttered our eyes,
We gasped for breath..
I realized there was nothing left...

I hated myself so much, 
And myself hated me...
We were doomed from the beginning...
We should've known this is how it'd be..

Then she spoke out to me:
"You should've never left me...
You needed me so much...
I am your apathy, your little crutch..
You knew this would happen!
You can't exist without me..
There's two sides to every story, 
And those two sides are you and me!!..
We live together..
Die together...
End of f*****g story!!!"

Then she quieted and closed her eyes..
My vision became blurry..
I know she was right...

How could I exist without her,
And her without me?!
What was I thinking to throw her away?!
Oh well, it's too late now..
Our lives they now end...
Along with this endless fight inside myself...

Conflict of two polar opposites..
Inside the same being...

...no one could've lived this way...for....ever....

Reviews

[Cheyenne Delay]

Beautiful I love it reminds me of my self and the war I fight with myself everyday

[Nightingale Silva]

Thank you...it is a battle I fight everyday myself.

[Cheyenne Delay]

Some day it will end I promise