when I look in the mirror I see
broken eyes ,
broken soul ,
broken words.
I see the tears in the back of my eyes
the permanent frown on my face
the drained energy from my life.
you would think I've gotten used
to the emptiness of my reflection ,
but every time I stare back
my stomach is unsettled and aches.
the dark bags under my eyes
disgust me and makes me want to yell.
my words are voids, fake, meaningless
maybe someone with open eyes
can finally see the anguish that
destroys each and every inch inside me.
but I'm helpless now,
not even the sun can get me on my feet.
I have too many broken bones
and dust as old emotions.
I see the loneiness, the suffering, the dying
that takes place in my shapeless heart.
maybe one day when I smile that the mirror
I can believe it myself.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
