Broken.

In the mirror, I stare.

I see nothing looking back.

As the tears run down I feel my soul being drained.

This can not be it; please o’ lord help me. Stop this pain I can no longer face.

My eyes cry but my soul bleeds.

All you see is the water running down my face.

You don’t see my soul that’s being drained. Or maybe you do - just maybe you see every inch of me.

The truth that lies behind my face.

Maybe my mask has fallen off and can no longer be replaced.