Through The Looking Glass Of My Past

Havent we all been at this point? Seeing where we are now and where we were then.... Clawing at the mirror racking our brains to make the images make sense....

Looking at my image in a mirror.. I begin to break and fall apart into a million broken peices falling apart at the seams coming undone. Your attempts to reach out to me are failed and half hearted...

 In the end you reach put but your hands vanish into me and I am shown to be empty as I tell you I am.

The old me stands infront of me. Broken glass in one hand and a pill bottle in the other I shut the lights off and scream.

 I slit my wrists and bleed out my pain. Given the chance to chang once more. I stab the mirror and scream a whole hearted good bye to the me that once was...