Broken body
I shatter myself looking into the mirror every time
The shards reach my heart
Realizing I'm nothing like I'd thought I'd be.
I think I killed the happy me three months ago,
I can't find him in the broken pieces I scour.
Each time I rebuild the mirror I'm more unhappy
Not being able to feel happiness like I should.
This body of mine I call a disaster,
A earthquake beginning to shake,
Sirens screaming in my head,
Everything I've rebuilt has been torn down.
What's the point of rebuilding?
Predicting a earthquake I know will happen
Trusting myself to be a shelter is impossible
Every time I try to leave this shattered mirror
In this broken body I stay.
I've become the only thing I hate
A monotonous routine I lead
Feeling overstimulated or nothing at all.
You can ask why
But all I will say is sorry it's just the chemicals
It's just me…