My Thoughts

Sat alone

I'm Sat with a reflection of myself in front of me. My reflection is holding a phone out, typing, smiling. I run my fingers over the glass in between us and it cracks where I touch. I pull my hand back and look sy my fingertips. My reflection puts down the phone and looks up at me, the bags under his eyes grow darker. Occasionally he'll pick up his phone. I look down and see the dirt scattered across my arms and shivers climb up my spine as sins creep around like bugs. I pick up my phone and message people who take my mind off of my demons. Only a few select people. I look up and curiosity takes control. This time it didn't kill the Cat but killed myself. I slam my fist into the glass and it cracks, like a web of shatters and fear. Parts of glass fall out. He looks st me and Stares. He pushes his phone to the side and his eyes fill with tears. Now its us sat alone. I push my phone to the side. I try keep my confidence as he slowly moves toward the glass. He touches a piece of glads and it falls out. His head clicks with the idea and anger and regret fills his eyes. He leans back and grabs the phone. He leans foward and throws the phone through the glass and I catch it. The glass shatters and I'm sat alone. I look forward and his phone is too sat watching the same unmoving conversation.

I hate that I hate these things about you

Then why do you stay around and let me feel like this

I'll leave then. For good this time
Goodbye Harry