The Real Me

The Real Me

When I look in the mirror,
the real me disappears.
Why is it that every time I cry
I feel closer to saying goodbye?
When you look at me
tell me who you see.
My heart feels so cold,
my life has been foretold.
I had thought that my life could be bliss,
but I am living in abyss.
Oh, I feel like I am getting torn apart—
Pease do not let me depart.
Every time that I take a breath
I feel closer to death.
My life has been a battle,
I sit down and cry as it unravels.
I just cannot believe
that God has forsaken me.
But life has been so unkind
I have been moving through life like I am blind.
I just want to feel delight,
I want the darkness to turn to light.
Oh, it has been so long
since I have felt like I have belonged.
I just want to scream.
Why does my life seem like a dream?
Why can I not wake up?
I feel so stuck.
When I look in the mirror
the real me disappears.
Why is it that every time I cry
I feel closer to saying goodbye?
Goodbye.