Oh, mirror, my mirror (Shakesperean Sonnet)

Oh, mirror, my mirror, who am I?
A soul, who is sick of crying alone
Whose bliss was lost in a darkened sky
More insignificant than a little stone
Cursed be this reflection that I hate
Which turned my life into a lost fight
Longing for the heart thou hath to break
Weeping for another sleepless night
My weak blood is staining thy white wall
And only myself thou shalt blame
Not a single soul will catch me as I fall
My twisted life shall remain the same
Oh, mirror, my mirror, who am I?
Oh, mirror, my mirror, let me die