There is a monster
who lives in my head,
she talks to me softly
she wants me dead.
She tells me this time
I'll stay in control.
She tells me not to let anyone know.
She convinces me that
no one cares,
she whispers the pain
is to much to bear.
She tells me how wonderful
I will feel.
She tells me she loves me
and it is real.
She tells me not to call anyone,
My heart starts racing,
she tells me it will be fun.
She tells me not to think of
past times,
she promises I can do it just
once this time
Who is this monster who calls me
by name,
crystal ****
shes waiting to start the game.

My heart beats slower the further you step

away from me, the distance we made

is too far to reach. And all along I thought

that a miracle could happen.

But in this I was wronged.

the mirror has shattered,

the reflection, broken

to tiny pieces of you,

and nothing else of me.

And as the days grow longer,

the severed tie

cuts through my skin

and

weakens my bones.

I wish that I could live

for a little bit more

but every step I make

takes a breath away,

and every breath

takes life.

My well has run dry.

And there is nothing else to do

but to sit and cry for

all the things I lost

For every piece that has been shattered

For every tear that I have wept.

I wish

that I could regain my composure

but this too, has been torn down.

I am just empty

and tired

weary

and numb.

And I couldn’t blame you

for I am also responsible

but you rose again like the sun

and I remained

decaying

rotting

dead

holding the shards

of the mirror you broke

even though it hurts

and digging the soil

underneath

for the burial of my heart.

what is the point in being
cruel