every single day when i wake up,

i ask myself

am I real? why do i not feel real

why am I so unable to feel

why is it that I struggle on my feet

why am I here?

really, why am I here?

why can’t I see me for me

but the mirror never lies,

then it must be my eyes

that are blind

but why?

is it because of the beauty that shines from you?

or is it because of the stunning skies of blue?

is it because of...

when i look in the mirror

many thoughts come to mind

they occupy my brain

all the emotions i strive to find

when i look in the mirror

many years pass by

as i recall my memories

all those who said goodbye

when i look in the mirror

i only look for my self

the one lost in the flames

the one that never asked for help

when i look in the mirror

many thoughts come to mind

will i ever see my t...

walking through the hall,

my eyes fell on a piece of art,

a piece of art trapped by a frame,

a frame keeping it away from the cruel world,

and then i noticed that the art my eyes saw was not that of any kind,

it was one showing more than just meaning,

it was one that made me feel something,

feel the hollowness

the grief

the sadness

the mischief

and the damage was already done,

the damage was a...