Broken Mirror

As I hold my had to the broken mirror,
With every touch I flood with tears.
The memories of every thing rush back to my mind,
From every scream,cry, and miserable time.
I'm standing in this dark cold room and
Wondering, "Will this be over soon?"
It's all a psychopathic game held in my brain.
I'm so broken, confused and insane.
I myself am like this broken mirror. Cracked, damaged, and stained.
You can try to fix me up, and cover up the cracks.
And maybe on the outside it'll be okay.
But I'm this broken mirror, and only I can see the damages I've made...