I see you
The tears in your eyes
The scars on your face
You look so alone
I reach out for you
I can’t touch you
I see the cuts on your arm
I ask why
You can’t reply
I need you to stop
But you cant
You need the pain to make it go away
I tell you to stop before you can’t turn back
You can’t hear me
You don’t stop
I look at your arms then look at mine
You’re my reflection.
My demon inside.
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Wow ^^
Very beautiful! I am like that often. Watching myself in the mirror and fighting myself. And all there is left are the battle wounds. But very beautiful to me
thx two both of ya
And sorry if you feel that way but you expressed it beautifully. I always mess it up with my words
I’ve been there. You wrote it perfectly. It’s no loner that bad, but still not always good. I’m 70 now. This is a difficult planet for a sensitive person to survive on.