Broken, I write.
Guilt, I feel none.
My life keeps shifting back and forth
Between the Devil and God.
I find myself in and out of happiness.
I hate mirrors,
I donโ€™t like facing the stranger.
His smile is cold and empty like his heart.
His eyes tell a story,
A dark and tragic story.
The sun has set, my mind is awake.
I know,
I should get some sleep.