The tears have run dry and I'm running low on emotion . Something hurts me, but I don't know what, all I can do is just sit and wait, as it tears me apart . Are scars considered as a work of art? I can't take this.. . . It's killing me and I can't cry to make myself feel better.
I dont like what I see in the mirror anymore, i see sadness,loneliness,ageing, i see pain,hurt,upset, i see someone surviving not really knowing how the fuck i ended up this way, wondering sometimes how it all went so wrong but knowing why, wishing that broken reflection in the mirror wasnt me.