Break down the door

Here I am again

Condemned by my mistakes

At the feet of my master

So many reflections

Lost in broken mirrors

Shards that cut through skin

Looking for substance

Not knowing if the pain is of the mind or the body

Muddy, like the waters in which

Reluctantly I wash my face

Trying to see the world clearer

Only to get my eyes dirtier

Than my conscience

How much weight do you think you need

Until you cannot get up from the floor anymore

How much do you think your knees will keep going?

And how many keys will you try

Until you break down the door

I welcomed so much pain

And every single time they cleaned their shoes

On the rug that I've become

And I pray every day

"Make it stop"

But I don't believe in anything

And I have this feeling

That the only person that should be listening

Has turn his back

Because it's much easier to never look back

Rather than stare death in the eye

Because it sometimes stares back

And how much time can you actually spend in front of a mirror

Before you get lost in the shadows of yourself

Close your eyes

And wait for it to go away

Do the same tomorrow

Even though it seems wrong

Hold on

One day you will be right.