Staring into the dark abyss,
the room next door is quiet.
I watch my shaking hands.
Hopeful for some sign of life.
My brain distracts itself
I catch myself staring at them,
hopeful for some sign of joy.
I stare at the sky.
The world will turn upside down.
I swear I'll fly.
Or maybe that's just my imagination.
I didn't plan to end up here.
My feet simply carried me to the highest place they could think of.
I don't know how you did it.
Jealous is silly, I'm envying.
"You're too beautiful to go."
I shattered the mirror with just one look.
I've always spun such silly lies.
These bloody hands, screams of terror.
In the end some may find me staring into a mirror.