Confused

Today I woke up in insanity.
Just like any other day I suppose,
but I locked the door and lost the key,
where it is, who knows.

The mirrors around me go on forever,
they're all bearing the same,
a little girl living in each silver window,
she looks awfully familiar, but I can't remember her name.

My shoes are soaked from the rain,
that seems to be falling from the ground,
Skin covered with the crusted brown of fragmented dreams,
I'm certain that I'll drown.

Broken wings are littering the earth,
here, birds can't even fly.
But I don't care, I'll flap my own,
even if I fall, at least I did try.

The ceiling is a gorgeous masterpiece,
Sharpie scrawled wide and far,
an epiphany of poetry,
my one, my only, wishing star.

With each step I take, my song unsings,
and the poem slowly unwrites,
but who am I to care anyway?
I start to turn off all the lights.

But just before I finally jump,
I hear a little shadow of a sound.
Someone says, but I don't know who:
"One day you will be found."

Who knows if that is true, or false,
but I can wait a little longer,
I'll wander here, alone and scarred,
pretending to be stronger.

Turning away from a beautiful death,
the fading ebony of my sky,
it pains me, to carve my rotting skin,
but I've forgotten how to cry.

Today I woke up in sanity,
this realistic prison called my mind,
but someone told me to wait for hope,
myself is what I need to find.