The cracked screen is staring at me
Each line a show of mistakes
The black mirror has ruptured
And my armour inside breaks
From a centre, each hairline starts
As the fractures spill further out
They can't be brought back in
As my core fills with doubt
I've turned it into a metaphor
It's my own head to blame
But it still serves a reminder
Of my struggles, of my shame
The marks match my arms
The dent is in my head
I know I'll move past this
But I still feel like ****
I stare at the cracked screen
I will find the solution
I have dealt with worse before
I can be better than my delusion
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
The cracked screen is staring at me
Each line a show of mistakes
The black mirror has ruptured
And my armour inside breaks
From a centre, each hairline starts
As the fractures spill further out
They can't be brought back in
As my core fills with doubt
I've turned it into a metaphor
It's my own head to blame
But it still serves a reminder
Of my struggles, of my shame
The marks match my arms
The dent is in my head
I know I'll move past this
But I still feel like ****
I stare at the cracked screen
I will find the solution
I have dealt with worse before
I can be better than my delusion
Broke my phone, ended up being a reflection of other things