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Her mirror
I look in the mirror but I what do I see
There is nothing left but a fragment of me
There is nothing but a disregarded face
An empty nothing filled with regret and disgrace
How long has it been since I smiled
I know it must have been quite a while
Ever since I took a wrong turn down the path of life
Since then it's been endless battles and strife
Why I continue looking I cant quite figure
Something of me must still linger
But she's buried down beneath the scars and lies
Tattered and dismayed by everyone who gave up and said their goodbyes
I've always admired the way the mirror never lied
No matter what you say, you can never hide
The mirror is the transparent way to see our souls
Reflecting the empty and deep inside holes
I watch as my face grows weary and old
Searching for something to rid the inside cold
But I never find it, that missing piece
As the seasons change and the days turn to weeks
As I get up to leave I take a final glance
As if looking were my last chance
And maybe it was
But thinking that way could make a girl lose her buzz
So I walk away in the knick of time
Insisting that once I did this, it would all be fine
And it was once I at last pulled the trigger
Ending my life ended the pain, go figure
There is nothing left but a fragment of me
There is nothing but a disregarded face
An empty nothing filled with regret and disgrace
How long has it been since I smiled
I know it must have been quite a while
Ever since I took a wrong turn down the path of life
Since then it's been endless battles and strife
Why I continue looking I cant quite figure
Something of me must still linger
But she's buried down beneath the scars and lies
Tattered and dismayed by everyone who gave up and said their goodbyes
I've always admired the way the mirror never lied
No matter what you say, you can never hide
The mirror is the transparent way to see our souls
Reflecting the empty and deep inside holes
I watch as my face grows weary and old
Searching for something to rid the inside cold
But I never find it, that missing piece
As the seasons change and the days turn to weeks
As I get up to leave I take a final glance
As if looking were my last chance
And maybe it was
But thinking that way could make a girl lose her buzz
So I walk away in the knick of time
Insisting that once I did this, it would all be fine
And it was once I at last pulled the trigger
Ending my life ended the pain, go figure
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