Mirror

  Being like this is like living in the shadows. You ain't know where to go, you ain't know where to look at, you can't see anything. The previous pain is less painfull than the current one, and this one is less painfull than the next. It's something that hurts without hurting at all. It kills me slightly while I walk away from myself. I'm living like I'm not alive, how can I know if I'm really here? Am I really here? This headache shows me I am. Is it the only kind of thing I am able to feel? I see myself in the mirror with all the loathing you can imagine. I disgust everything it exhibits, what a poor reflection I see. I try to withdraw something that is worth it from all of it, even though sometimes there's nothing good enough. "Good" should be enough. I'm not worthy to require for "great". But whatever, trying can be enough.