Mirror

I lost count at fifty four 

I deserve one thousand more

You disgust me look at what you did

And for what sleep you knew would never come?

You are pathetic someone tear your eyes out and fill the holes with broken glass

You don't deserve her and she deserves someone better

You little weakling I hate you so much

I know.

Stories

I'm done now I'm finished with life but I'm not going to die

I have so many places I will never go so much life I'm not going to live 

Then it's life was chosen to go on mine ended now I wait for it 

my waterfall

Be careful when you ask for a story for soon I'm going to run out 

I don't make stories any more I don't go out and live as I used to now days mostly I cling to the handrail living safely inside my line 

Yes my dear I will tell you a story but beware it may be the last I will tell