The Mirror
So you're staring at the frame again,
memorising the way you used to smile and laugh,
because, lately, they seem to have gone.
"What changed?"
"What made the smiles fade?"
"What upsets you?"
"What makes you cry?"
And as usual the reflection from the mirror won't give you the answers.
So you're staring at the razor again,
memorising the way it glides across your skin,
making the blood release your pain.
"Why did you do that?"
"Does it make it all better?
"It's stupid."
"You're stupid!"
And as usual the reflection from the mirror won't give you the answers.
So you're staring at the pills again,
memorising how they've helped you sleep,
maybe now they'll help you sleep forever.
"Just go ahead!"
"Take the easy way out!"
"You're pathetic!"
"I'm sick of trying to help you."
This time the reflection from the mirror is staring back at you.
And with one drink the room is gone,
and the only thing that remains is the mirror,
looking for it's next victim.
