Shattered Hope
All I see is distortion upon my mirrored complexion
Looking at myself now, I ask you
Why?
I am crying to you, and without a word, you cry back
The support I look for, you lack.
But still, here you are
Trying to look past those deep rooted scars.
I look you in the face
The lines of my scars, with your finger, you trace.
You look me over, up and down, with your eyes.
You are not pleased, and it’s not surprise.
I haven’t much to offer with my crooked smile and fatty thighs.
Angry now, I throw my fist at you
The glass shatters, and you’re gone.
I’m left alone,
With nothing to reflect upon.
The smile upon my face is absent.
I grab the razor and shut the door
And I am crying more than ever before.
As tears stream from my eyes,
I cut deep into my thighs.
Mercy for me, is never shown.
This pain is all I’ve ever known.
