Apr 28, 2022
My mind is poisoned, shattered, and damaged.
I aim high, but something is pulling me down.
Taking advantage of my weaknesses before dawn.
They all have given up, leaving me scattered,
trapped inside my mirror hoping it reminds me of me.
I am bleeding dry with these thoughts of mine,
feeling like a stranger in my splintered mind.
I’ve grown comfortable in the earnest silence,
but i still search for your face amidst the crowds.
In spite of the signs saying otherwise,
I’ll embrace our remnants wholeheartedly
trying to not erase the lines of truth.
Gift and goodbyes might await at the front doors
when new words and thoughts will reveal themselves,
old ones will make sense to the world.
The rest is history. Worry not, we’ll meet again!
