Reflections.

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, empty, emotionless, thin. Who the fuck are you supposed to be? Consumed by a false sense of security, hope, fear, bitterness. Trying to piece together what the voices in your head are saying, its so faint, as if they speak in tongues…speak up. Not that anything said would be worth listening to, or taking in…would it? Expressionless, still staring, dull. No matter what angle the light hits your face from, or how your eyes flicker, still pale, sick, tired, drained. You look like you have one foot in the grave…oh if only. Losing focus…breathing, but you hardly feel alive…In and out….in and out. What if you could forget things as easily as you learn them, forget to talk, walk, breathe. Forget to breathe….or force the oxygen from your lungs. You wouldn’t….coward.