Maybe you are the same

Have you ever paid attention to what you have done?

Just looked into the mirror to scream out pain from your lungs?

Tell me were the tears flooding down your face?

Or

Was it too much, that you were forced to look away?

Did you grab the closest thing you found or could find?

To only then throw it, 

all in attempts just to shatter the monster you saw on from inside?

Did you watch the (mirrors) glass shatter to your feet?

Did you realize that that isn't what you want to be?

Or tell me Did you fall to your knees?

Frantically 

In search for one of the many Gods you think hold your inner peace.

Why did you never listen before when I begun to speak?

Oh how f*****g hard it is to explain to the blind,

When heaven is a dream but it's our choices that draw the line

but it is our hearts that decide what kind.//

Did you watch the glass shatter to your feet?

Did you realize this is not what you wanted to see?

Did you scramble to grab a piece?

Frantically and desperately 

Trying to unbreak it back together, make it undamaged, 

unlike me?

Yeah I know how f*****g hard this seems, 

But you're lying to yourself when you try to mend all the broken wings you see.

It's hard to explain, how I live through a self made hell everyday.

Yes I can see, even though I may not have a clear vision,

I feel your spirit,

Speaking that's why I'm always listening.

I can clearly see your demons transferring over,

It's not just my life that's 

                                             prey... pray for my inner demons at play..

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

So easy to hate what you see in the mirror when you are depressed or suffering from trauma. No easy solution, other than knowing there are many who feel the same way. Writing is a therapy. Well, it has been for be me at difficult times in my life. I hear you.

Chris