This might not make sense
But I’m trying to tell a story
My story
Lately, I have been enjoying life
But in between my smiles
There’s this tiny voice
That reminds me of how sad i become
When i am alone
My thoughts eat me up
This still might not make sense
But as cliche as i sound
This is happening to me
What if i just disappeared
What if i just end all of these here
What if someone sees me lying on the floor
And my soul has already left me
What will people say
I am sad that this is how my life has turned out
I am sad that i keep getting sad
I am sad that even on my worst times
I still tend to seek for everyone’s approval
How far does this “i want this to end” go
How long do i have to ask myself
We’re going to make it right?
My bathroom mirror broke this morning
I wasn’t there when it fell
I just noticed the broken pieces when I opened the door
My broken mirror reminded me of all the bad things in my life
I stared at it
Contemplating on whether or not
I should do it
And i would get scared
Because everytime the thought crosses my mind
I would freeze
And i would get scared more
Because in this fraction of time
I cannot seem to control myself
What if i actually do it
I’ve imagined it a thousand times
I know i will regret it
When my soul is slowly crossing to the afterlife