I stood before the mirror, its surface black as night,
Covered in the darkness of the pain I perfected, shimmering with no light.
It had to be, At that moment, a face began to show itself,
But the face it was revealing wasn't I. It was someone else.
A stranger born of sorrow, with eyes I'd never seen,
Yet echoing a grief that cut so sharp and keen.
A whisper of his laughter, a shadow of his smile,
Reflected in the depths, just for a little while.
And in that ghostly glimpse, I saw my own heart break,
For in his fading image, my own true self did ache.
For when you experience the pain you feel, by looking into the mirror that only reveals,
The sorrow of your own heart, it's at that moment you understand how real it is.
The quiet void beside me, the phone calls never made,
A future unwritten, a song forever unplayed.
Each breath a hollow echo, where vibrant life once stood,
A silent, crushing truth now deeply understood.
Can it be I, myself, let lie, in a pool of broken dreams, where false comfort resides?
Where have I been? In this dreamland of counterfeit dreams?
Why ohh why didn't I listen, when given the chance to believe?
The echoes of his wisdom, now just a fading sound,
Lost to the sweet illusions where no true peace was found.
A phantom limb of solace, now severed from my core,
Leaving but the emptiness, and nothing to ignore.
Faith is too late to take hold, no love do I feel, hatred resides in my heart, my mind an empty shell.
A desolate landscape where memory used to bloom,
Just ash and bitter silence, shrouded in the gloom.
The echoes of compassion, they ring hollow, cold,
A story left unfinished, a promise left untold.
What's the point in caring when there's nothing to care about?
Do you not understand I live life in perpetual doubt?
Each sunrise mocks a promise. Each sunset brings the dread,
Of empty days stretched onward, where only ghosts are fed.
The very air I'm breathing, a weight I can not lift,
A constant, cruel reminder of a devastating rift.
The mountain I'm climbing is but a molehill,
In the eyes of the ones who say they love me still.
They offer easy answers, a light they can not see,
Blind to the chasm widening inside of me.
Their words of shallow comfort just scrape against the raw,
Proof that my true torment defies all human law.
In crying, "Please love me still, I can't go on,"
With this torment of not knowing, still, and all is gone.
A fragmented prayer whispered to an indifferent sky,
A desperate plea for anchor as the storm tears through my eye.
This agony of questions, with answers never near,
Just deepens every shadow, magnifies every fear.
Pointing towards the chasm of a bottomless pit,
Falling, falling towards the unknown where no death shall I feel.
A descent without end, a void that swallows sound,
Where gravity forgets me, forever unbound.
No solace in a stopping, no comfort in a close,
Just endless, unfeeling freefall, as the universe froze.
For if there were an ending, to this unfaithful voice I hear,
I'd gladly give it what I can not give to silence every fear.
A life force slowly fading, a spirit wearing thin,
Just for a single moment where the quiet could begin.
To trade away the future, the past, the present plight,
For just one breath of stillness, one whisper of relief from night.
Can you see the darkness, or hear its hold on me?
Please come and forgive the actions I perpetually...
For if you read this and are allowed to feel my pain,
Just know there is nothing worth giving into a life of ceaseless rain.
The final bitter lesson, carved in stark despair,
A hollow, empty echo, breathing lifeless air.
This story, of my promise left untold, of broken promises,
I'm never able to break the anguish in my soul.
A perpetual twilight, where hope refuses dawn,
Lost in the silence of a spirit long withdrawn.
My pain on paper.
