I’m a mirror
Falling off the
Wall
Crashing into
A million pieces.

I tried putting myself
Back together
But I don’t
Recognize who
I see anymore.

I’m disfigured,
I don’t recognize the
Person staring back at me,
The person I’ve
Become.

I’m a pane
Of glass falling
From the 20th
Floor
Crashing down below.

I’m a million
Pieces of sharp
Edges
Cutting whoever
Tries to get close.

I cut whoever
Tries to help
Me
Because I’m
Broken.

My life’s not perfect,
I’m hurting
From within,
My heart is crying
With every beat.

I don’t know what
To do because
My mind
Is clouded by
Thoughts and emotions.

Negativity hover over
Me like vultures
Over meat in the
Desert
Ominously, hungry.

I’m a picture that
A child knocks off
The mantle
Cracking the glass
Into a million pieces.

I try to pick myself
Up but the pieces
Are too tiny
And sharp
That they cuts so deep.

With every breath I take,
The pieces pierce
My heart
And I keep on
Bleeding.

I’m fragile,
Handle with care,
But it’s too late
For that because
I’m already broken.