To really look at yourself is the hardest thing to do.
Not just looking in the mirror, but when the mirror looks back at you.
When you see all your flaws, your weaknesses, and your short comings.
Its hard not to break and start to leak, like a crack in the plumbing.
When i looked into my soul, i saw nothing but black.
Cried, prayed, and wished for a chance. A chance to go back.
To right all the wrongs, to patch all the holes.
Even though i know its impossible, like changing the way the river flows.
Since i cant go back, all i can do now is change.
Have to mend my soul, order my feelings, have to rewire my brain.