There is a such thing
As a soul
It is cold and warm
But it is torn
I look into the
Mirror
I see
Broken shards
A girl
Naive
Broken
Lost
Selfish
Clingy
So many more
It is
Such a terrible
Terrible thing
But what can be done?
If she sees
Herself
This way?
No matter what
Is
Said
She always
Falls apart
With broken glasses
And a heart of ashes
Why still
Does her soul
Linger here?
She is
Not wanted
So she thinks
So she believes
Worthless
Skip a beat
The beat she needed
The very
Most.
Cracked mirror
Cracked Soul
Are they any
Different?
