There is a war raging inside you.

A secret genocide;

an internal homicide;

a battle you cannot win.

Where are your allies?

They have all left you

as you spin further down

the drain.

They left you

because

you have left yourself.

As you look into the mirror,

you see a stranger;

I see someone I once knew.

I don’t know you

and

neither do you.

All that is left

is the shell of a man;

sharper than glass,

harder than diamond,

absolutely sepulchral,

and hollow to the core.

I have touched you

and the glass began to crack.

And I can’t help

but wonder

if this was my fault;

your downward spiral.

It’s only a matter of time

before you break

and leave me

to pick up the

pieces.

Is this really worth it?