I look into the mirror
and deep into my eyes
I watch as the tears well up
to cover all the lies.

I look down to a scar on my wrist
where I tried to escape the fear
my heart aches with pain.
As I wipe away a tear.

I stare at my leg
with a pentagram carved in
the memory is so tragic
I thought death would win.

I gaze back into my eyes
as I remember all the pain
the last tear rolls down
and I wake up again.