While looking through a mirror
I wrote a poem to my other self
An amalgam of thought pieced
Through my mind, thus sending
Shadows on the back of my eyes
And my tear-stained eyes glare
At the reflection of my torn self.

Do you know how cold I get at night?
Even on the warmest nights
How my mind soars across broken
Windows and torn doors
If you knew I was drowning
Would you rescue my soul?
If you knew I was falling apart
Would you deliver me from disparity?

Do you know how lonely I get?
Even with people...