Brokenn

The clocks endless ticking,
The yelling the screaming as it echos through the halls,
the mumbling voices of others,
the pounding in my chest,
This is the beat of my life.

The cuts back and forth,
The scars on my arms,
the bruises on my body,
Are a picture of what i live.

The numbness i feel,
The emptiness i know,
The loneliness i live,
The hurt that i carry.

It all replays in my head,
Over and over again,
The silence and bliss a simple pull of the trigger could bring,
The vanishing of all the pain, regret, and feelings of uselessness,

Yet only 1 reason remains as to why i stay,
The only thing keeping me here..
is you.

So now you tell me
What would you see if you looked through my looking glass?