Leftovers

a better place

I've been hurting myself for weeks
Never showing my true face
But like a fallen angel granted wings and risen up
I'm now in a better place

Breaking through the emptiness
Come friends searching sooth
But like a broken mirror glazed with lies
I can't help but hide the truth

I thought I'd discovered a light
A spark that found my drought
But whilst the fire was left burning
The spark had just gone out

Even though the broken mirror will reflect on darker past
You'd better look through windows and look forward for at last

besides the obvious sad theme, did you see it was a Shakespearean Sonnet? Shakespeare.