I look in the mirror,
the cracks reflecting me,
but I've lost the will
to act as I should be.
I'm tired of pretending,
the fake smiles and laughs,
and as I look at myself,
I only see the ugly past.
The memories keep taunting me,
days light coming to an end,
and so I grab that little knife
that's silently my friend.
It's seen the heartache,
the pain,
and everything within,
so maybe, just maybe, it'll see the bitter end.
I look in the mirror,
the cracks reflecting me,
but I've lost the will
to act as I should be.
