Myself
I may act like I am afraid of nothing.
But that’s because there is only one thing I am afraid of..
Myself
Looking in a mirror and seeing my face..?
When I see my eyes I see clouds of hate and pools of blood that I’ve spilled out myself.
When I smile, I only see a synthetic copy that everyone knows is fake.
The voice that passes between my lips is nothing to me. It only sounds pathetic and cruel. Always filled with restrained emotions.
When I see my body I only see a screwed up version of what I used to be. Bright and happy. Now I see only sorrow in the clothes I wear. Feel nothing but depression and shame because I’m not what I’m supposed to be. See a posture which shows that I give up on everything and always will.
My arms show only that I truly am pathetic. When I see them, I can stil feel the hot blood that has leaked from them.
I see nothing in me.
Only the bad.
Never any good.
But that’s because there is only one thing I am afraid of..
Myself
Looking in a mirror and seeing my face..?
When I see my eyes I see clouds of hate and pools of blood that I’ve spilled out myself.
When I smile, I only see a synthetic copy that everyone knows is fake.
The voice that passes between my lips is nothing to me. It only sounds pathetic and cruel. Always filled with restrained emotions.
When I see my body I only see a screwed up version of what I used to be. Bright and happy. Now I see only sorrow in the clothes I wear. Feel nothing but depression and shame because I’m not what I’m supposed to be. See a posture which shows that I give up on everything and always will.
My arms show only that I truly am pathetic. When I see them, I can stil feel the hot blood that has leaked from them.
I see nothing in me.
Only the bad.
Never any good.