If you were surrounded by mirrors, forced to glare at yourself, would you be able to face your own judgment?
To the woman in the mirror:
I will end this mentality of yours; being confident, but in a mirror insecure
I see and define you as weak when I know better; that's why I cry
With what I've been through, what I see, contradicts what's inside
It's just the moment I see you, I want to break down
When I take a look, I feel unworthy of a crown
And that's why I will break you, my mental, mirror entity
I refuse to be my own worst enemy
And I swear, I won't stop swinging til you shatter
And leave the facade pieces of me scattered
And stained, with the blood of someone who will no longer be defined by their mere image
About the Creator
F.A.E
Writing-my voice when I don't have one, and my friend in darkness. I hope to bring out the rawness of emotions within, and an understanding that you are not alone. Please, enjoy.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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