where the mirror knows my face

Love me
like i loved you
the day you died
my empty soul cried
i rise to
the place
where the mirror
knows my face
unwanted by your
hate
deafened by my
fate
screw this life
and all that it holds
im off to somewhere new
where i can
be exactly
what i was
born to be
exactly who
i am
exactly me.

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

Exactly you, sounds absolutely perfect. It's funny how just from reading someone's work how you can see into their soul, your soul is something special. Wonderful writing! I love it.