Myself Through Glass
A bleeding penTo a bleeding heart
You'll never see
The hardest part
The words will twist
Burning holes in the page
And with every breath
The pain will engage
Tearing through me
My heart will ache
But another look
I couldn't take
I hate the sight
Of myself through glass
The hate is of myself
This feeling won't pass
I loathe the sun
The day in time
When the mountain becomes too steep
And I cannot climb
So try to forget
My face, my life
My so called "creations"
Were all of my strife
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