Faded Mirror

I thought I knew myself.
But I was just a lie.
A lie in the mirror who's reflection has run dry.
Pain has become a bore.
And crying just isn't an option anymore.
I have nothing left.
Yet you keep wanting more.

Can't you see I don't want this?
All I want is to be left alone.
Left alone to clear my head or end this sham that has become my life.

Seconds turn into hours.
Hours that I spend just sitting and thinking.
But I'm not thinking about anything at all.
I just stare like I'm empty.
And I am.
I have been for a while.

Things just aren't the same.
I don't even remember when they changed.
I guess a long time ago.
Cause I can't remember the good.
I can only remember the bad.
And all it does is bring me down and I want it all to end.

And everyday it crashes down.
My loneliness comes back.
And depression always takes over my laugh.
My heart has been dissolved by cheap alcohol.
Leaving behind all my scars.
Slowly fading but being replaced by new ones.
And just like that it begins and ends all the same.
Because each ending of pain opens a door to far worse hurt and even duller blades.
So all the same tomorrow will never come.