Don't Believe

A million things come crashing back.
The reason I almost ended it.
Staring in the shattered mirror.
The blood stains on the floor.

Years go by.
I pick my life up.
I learn to smile through the pain.
But I can't escape the torment.

It's sick this broken funhouse glass.
I can't see what others see.
I came so close, but still I remain.
And sadly so does the memory.

It's time to move on.
But that's an impossible task.
I lift my head high and fake the smile.
Hoping, for once, that someone will see.

And not believe.