He's tormented by his past
Every night
Wakes up in a sweaty mess
And out of breath
Goes In his bathroom
Stares in the mirror
Not sure what he's looking at
Then Yells and yells
Finally he punches the glass
Shredding his worn out knuckle
Pulls the mirror from the hinges out of frustration
Throws it on the floor
While the voices in his head laugh
He strips the shower curtain
Rips it in half
Then yells some more
Until his throat becomes sore
Goes under the bathroom sink
Grabs the hammer
That's awefully dull
Grips it tight in his hand
Until the pain he can't withstand
Then he goes at the walls
Bashing
Smashing
Trying to destroy it all
He's tormented by his past
Still see flashes of memories
Dancing on the shattered glass
Finally he stops
And drops
The broken glass imbed itself in his knees
There's a woman smiling at him
From within a shard of glass
"You don't have to cry anymore, go back to sleep"
Couldn't think of a title...