Morning Reflection

Your voice echoes in my mind,

A knife butchering my fragile heart;

Oh how the blood falls so calmly

In the early morning.

I watch the clouds go by

Sipping my blackberry tea,

Or is it orange tea?

The flavors whir around my mouth

Like a Ferris wheel.

If only mother could see me now;

This pathetic girl,

Unwanted girl.

A stitch in time kills nine,

That’s the way of things;

Loneliness is a religion I arduously follow.

No one hears me cry in the darkness

For I am an illusion,

Just like the false emotions

I lend to eternity.