People ask why I hurt,
Why I hate myself.
It's not because of the mistakes,
It's not because of my failures.
The mirror is a factor but it's not why.
The nights of shouts and stinging hits,
Are not the cause.
No.
What really makes me do this,
What makes me re-create the faded scars,
Is that I can't save the people I love.
Not anymore.
