Nov 14, 2005 15:12
i look into the mirror,
and hope to cross the glass.
into a different world,
but i never seem to pass.
i glare into the mirror,
a tear runs down my face.
i feel it is an error,
that i cannot reach that place.
i forced myself there harder,
until i broke the glass.
the shards then engulfed me,
it all happened fast.
the blood poured from me,
and i sat in sad regret.
for the mess that surrounded me,
would not let me forget.
i could never leave this place,
into the world i had seen.
and the scar on my face,
reminds me what that means.