Switch on.

Each day a new beginning,
ending with the same outcome.
What I really need is a new life.

You never were one for the victim role, were you?
But who knew you were also the abuser?

Every look in the mirror,
a reminder of the past;
a look away.

These tears have run dry.
A headfull of broken thoughts;
a sigh.

I want to go home,
put myself to bed,
and tell myself stories until I fall asleep
and wake up to a new beginning.

A sweet dream.

Switch off.