I'm so sick of crying, but I'm tired of trying
Maybe on the outside I am smiling, but on the inside I am dying
The life drains out of me
The splendour doesn't attract me
The edges of my mind burning away
Swallowed by a monster I can't seem to push away
My fears and insecurities seem so strong,
That even when joyful, it feels something is wrong
My tears threaten to spill
But I chose whom I wanted to kill
The disfigured entity called my reflection
Gave my hate justification
What's broken, sometimes cannot be fixed
My actual face, sometimes does not remain eclipsed
I regret showing the real me
You were better off with the masked me
My very being consumed by being constantly despised
My state now became agonised
The silvery sheen had now been worn away
Can you now see, the kindness was just for display?
A dying whisper stands alone
Like a trooper facing the unknown
Everyone has a chapter they haven't ever read out loud
The words are always wrapped in a pitch black shroud
Hearing that The glass has shattered
I knew I lost everything that had mattered
The rain is like the tears I shed
Unseen, I have bled
The broken lucky charm
On my command It brings me harm
Left by beautiful broken shards
Marks like thin blades of grass
The carver had a silver glint
The thick liquid shone with an evil glint
The damage was not to go in vain
Without the pain there was no gain
