When I look in the mirror, I see a face.

Hollow, sunken, out of place.

That face isn‘t me,

it can‘t be!

But it is.

I taste salt on my lips,

Tears unshead,

For words unsaid.

Though the spoken ones are worse,

Kind of like a curse.

Whisperd sighs,

Dark hair and dark eyes,

Just two voids of dark lies.

Yeah, I‘m okay, I‘m doing just fine,

when in reality, I really want to cry.