Glass

People tell me to search for my dream

When I look in the mirror,

To look deep in my own eyes

And try to find the will to live.

It's gone.

I never had it.

Maybe I did at one point but now it's left,

Without a trace,

Like a ghost in the night,

Leaving me empty and alone.

I'm dying in this world,

Broken and shattered like glass,

Unfixable.

If you get too close,

If you get too comfortable,

I'll just hurt you.