walking around the house
hating every mirror i look in
hating what i see
hating that thing that is standing there, it's me
i am crying again
a fool again
hating myself again
for the fact i can't stay strong again
making a fist, starting to stare at myself
starting to think what the hell am i doing here
realising i need help, and living on for the only one in my life.
I cant handle me anymore
i hit the mirror, finally, it's gone
i'm gone
with broken pieces at the ground
the blood runs out
i try to stop it, no i didnt want this
i fell on the floor, bleeding, suffering, knowing it's all over now.