My body is broken
My dark past makes it hard to breathe
The ghost of old mistakes made
Haunt me.
They are all I see when I look into the mirror
I carry my broken heart, all that flows through my veins
Is darkness. Poison that others think is blood.
My face is a ragged mess; the dark circles and mouth twisted into a scowl
Shows that I am done.
I can only hope that
Death shall be a release.