I walk close to this mirror
And observe
A face with no eyes;
A sallow complexion;
A face etched with lines
Etched with immense sadness
A face full of crippling pain.
Who is this girl?
Is this what I have become?
I don’t know who this girl is.
I slowly move my face to bed
And just lay down willing myself to sleep.
Alas, it doesn’t come.
Memories of this boy have turned into
Vicious nightmares
Thoughts of lost potential and broken promises pierce my being.
With every minute,
With every hour,
My chest becomes heavy
My heart palpitations increase
This sound is tormenting me
The stressed low notes are too exaggerated against the silence
These elongated chords
This beat is too pronounced
I can not sleep
I feel uneasy
I feel fearful
I’m not even sure what part of me is dying
