Within the mirror, shattered dreams I see…
…a child and man, searching for meaning.

Broken is the glass, longing to cut me…
…crying for help, my dreams I am cleaning.

Swept under the rug and in the dust pan…
…shards of broken dreams, a life unwelcome.

Broken glass and life, thrown in the trash can…
…slivers of glass, in my wrist I welcome.

A life shortened, but the suffering ends…
…a selfish act, to escape the voices.

To myself I do think, I have no friends…
…staring at me, dreaming of bad choices.

My demons I face, I feel quite battered…
…within the mirror, a soul that’s tattered.