As i looked into those red hot eyes, i saw my future go up in flames.

It hurts to breathe, my brain is on fire.

Is that person in the mirror… really me?

Or an empty shell of what once was.

What once was an innocent child, learning about the ways that life goes.

Just to find it cold everywhere i go.

I look at the scars on my arms and wish i could be that innocent child again.

Or wait.

Is it possible i was never innocent afterall?

I did have those dreams and i did crave at too young an age.

Look in the mirror, but don’t tell me what you see.