my body, it feels broken every time I move it;
reflects my biggest fears, what I see and want to forget.
all the scars that i ignore reflect and are shown in front of me.
never smelled it nor felt it on my skin,
as if i cannot control it anymore.
not a death wish, just no will.
“I knew you’d stay”;
but the paper clips underneath the closet,
serve more strength than my fingers.
those that can no longer hold a pen long enough to finish a hello,
just how it began.
a replica world rebirths;
and yet all i hear are lies,
from those who call it truth.
i look for where a reflection lays
and i asked the name of the girl with amethyst hair.
though i can no longer trust the words
that my vocal chords form.