The mirror on the wall
Displays my deepest thoughts and feelings
Through smug looks and unblinking stares.

And despite the things I've thrown
The reproach it gives me; multiplies.
And all I see is shattered dreams, amidst glass.

The eyes that stare up
From the damaged floor, keep me awake at night
Lying in a pool of blood; my own.

But the more I push my reflection away
The more fragile I become.
And the guilt dripping from my hands, creates a pool at my feet.

The shard I grasp in my hand
Destroys my dreams, my life
In one unaimed blow.

And all that's left is to wait and see
Because hope wont come back,
And neither will he.