Poetry

The Cracks Reflect Me

I look in the mirror,

the cracks reflecting me.

I've lost the will

to act as I should be.

I'm tired of pretending;

the fake smiles and laughs.

When I look at myself,

I only see the ugly past.

The memories keep taunting me

as daylight comes to an end.

I grab the knife

that's secretly my best friend.

It's seen the heartache, the pain,

and everything within.

Now maybe, just maybe,

it'll see the bitter end.