Look in to the mirror
What’s looking back is not me
My lifeless eyes look helpless
My skin devoid of blush
I’ve cried the tears that I can
My life’s no longer mine
Do with it what you will
For I’m devoid of time
Fear has a new meaning
Some said I am brave
To be brave u must choose your path
And this path has chose me
So I am not brave or courageous
I am simply still just me
Scraping round in the darkness
For a hint of hope and faith
But should my life end tomorrow
I shall not feel regret
It all happens for a reason
Though I do not know it yet
Sat beneath the oak tree dreaming once again,
Thoughts are oh so fleeting, like little drops of rain,
Try to find significance, skitter round my brain.
Just coming and going as I sit crying in the rain,
I feel the tree behind me, calming soothing me
Taking excess energy, so I can focus on just being me.
Broken, pulled apart, pieces,
Torn from the thing that’s called myself.
I look about, scattered, all I see is me.
Pulled in too many directions,
Scarred from the past,
Scared of my future,
Taunted by possibilities of what can never be.
I shower, eat, cry and sleep,
Burry myself deep beneath
A cold exterior where no-one can reach...