Broke Mirror

I hate how the days drag on and on
With a pained empty heart,
A constant tremor in your memory,
That is always tearing you apart.

Justify your actions sensibly.
Actually, believe your lies to be true.
You wanted it at one point right?
Pretend that inside, you are unaffected too.

I hate my reasons why,
And all my excuses that I use.
I gave into a dire man,
And he left me: lost, torn up and bruised.

I have never felt this abused,
Nor have I ever let someone else in.
You opened me up to tear me down,
How could I aim win?

I am contained inside this broken mirror,
A reflection you see everyday..
Take a look at every regret you have
And learn you have nothing left to say.