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You looked at her through a mirror
eyes glazed, reflecting empty thoughts
its seen better days now and that room does dull
"I've seen it all" you yell
weeks now even, still stuck in your own hell

Walking aimlessly among petty folk
Stuck up and arrogant
you attempt to voice but only choke

How long has it been now?
years it feels like
a sentence drawn out with no judge
just notches on the wall

Every time you raised your hand
it never quite scraped the surface
and every time you held your breath
it was a question of when and how you’d release it

Still pond, so fake
an undertow stronger than any rip
leaving trails of childhood desires in its wake
"I felt sane" she said "I felt the same"

Dawn breaks over icy mourning
and light filters through the bars
how long has it been now?
"One too many" she said "One too many"

her baggage was left at the wayside
yet she remains the passenger
cold and calculated with her trigger finger
itching to feel the pulse

Holes in her arms now lessen, no life lessons
she stares blankly at that wall with notches
gets up and moves to the mirror
eyes no longer glazed
though they have no focus

Her stutter breath is getting caught
dry lips and a persistent cough
the taste of life has never quite been the same
What a shame

She’s bound for a better place
with no jog in her memory
trapped in her own arms embrace

her own mind was the four by four
No windows, No walls

- I finally feel that this piece is complete
- Feel free to tell me what you think.