I stood forever, just looking into the glass– not knowing who was looking back at me
I spoke, only to hear someone else
My fingers dug into the glass, trying to dig away at the image
I could hardly feel the pain in my fingers anymore; I don’t want to see her
She is pulling me in, tears stream down my face, flying away as a shake my head franticly
There is no escaping her
Panting I awake to find myself in my bed
I look down
Another scar to add to the days I’ve lived with her
Just leave me be, go away
I hate you
But you are me
 Tama is in my Soul · Thu Mar 08, 2007 @ 02:15am · 0 Comments |
