I grab a chair
and sit in front of my mirror,
I say to myself,
"What the ****, bro?
What's wrong with you?
Where did that smile go?
All I see is someone
who grew bitter."

Not knowin'
who the **** I am anymore,
I feel like I'm just
a ******' walking ghost.
I've always been the one
who people always
ignored.

I truly don't know
at what time
I got lost..
Maybe it was when
I decided to drown
myself
in my own depression.

"Don't give up,
always fight for your dreams"
goes the saying.

Blood no longer
running through
my veins,
both of my hands
are chained
to the ground,
forced
to only feel shame.

My wrists are numb,
no longer
feeling any kind of pain.

Knowing that the man
that's the reflection
no longer recognizes
the man who is looking
at the mirror.

Knowing that the man
in the mirror
and his reflection
are no longer
the same.