There's a reason nobody really looks fear in the face.
There's a reason nobody wants to look into the mirror
They're ashamed to be who they are
There's no reason for someone be so young and so broken
I am young and broken.
Underneath every ones skin is a layer of regret
A regret so deep it pours into ones blood.
Rattles your bones.
and reflects back from your sunken eyes, crying for help.
Screaming actually.
None of this is actually a poem.
It makes no sense really.
Yet it speaks so loudly you can't possibly ignore it.
I have a ghost. The skeleton in my closet, he's become my best friend.