Reflections Of A Fragile Life

As I stare into it's surface,
The reflection of my eyes,
Stares back at me, relentlessly,
Even as I cry,

The tears weigh like lead,
As they run down my ashen face,
They fall to the ground, the only sound,
As it echoes in this place.

My eyes look empty, hollow,
Filled, as they are, with hurt,
The hope I've seen, is never clean,
Just full of shame and dirt.

I want to make it better,
I wish that I was strong,
My blood runs red; and someone said,
I would always get it wrong.

The shadows close around me,
And as I call His name,
My life it seems, is but a dream,
Just doomed to bear this pain.