"You're a very selfish human being."
The mirror
did
not
utter
a
word or breath back.

Darkness fuses itself in me
All I hear is
Distant echoes
and a faint bittersweet symphony.
'Save us! You're the only one who is near.'
They seemed harmless
I obeyed them and let them became my biggest fear.
Soon I realised
There are people trapped in my head
I sit by myself
and watch my insides melt.
They tend to grow stronger every second
they often say
'All we ever wanted was to fill you with lies

Scream to your fullest,

there's no one to hear your cries.

I think I made my point clear

We lied

Look a little bit closely

We are your monsters that came to life.'

My mind is a dark room
Where the silence is deafening.
To there torture,
I am mute
Trapped in a beautiful yet ugly world of illusions
I don't see reality
for all I know its a pure tragedy
They say reality itself is an illusion
Is my life an allusion?
This anxiety explodes like glass
leaving behind unforgettable scars.
I maybe delusional
I am no perfection.
I don't know when, how and what changed me.
For what I believe is not reality
Look past your lies
its a pure tragedy.

The way your voice sounded 357 pages ago,
a sweet cut across on wintry darkness; flitting out were all the stars.

The little husky notes living in the
b r e a t h i n g s p a c e s
of
your lungs and mouth to lips are like bookmarks.

I never quite lost the page I stopped at.
I dare not read on.