yumechan21

I stare at the mirror and expect something else, But nothing changes, I'm no different, I can't improve myself. I stare, For hours if I could, but I like to drift away, And not think about what I've been through. They are times I smile at my reflexion, But what's the point? If I come back home torn by words. I'm not what I seem, But when people judge, Their lies lead you to believe. It's an ignorant world, And I hate the saying "Your eyes are the key to your soul" I think my key broke long ago.

I'm staring at the horizon, where I feel the salty smell amongst me and I see that the sun is setting. I'm neither on the ground nor on water, I'm clenching a gate with my bare hands and I decide to look down but what I see is that I'm up high, the gate is the only thing keeping me from plunging into the sea. As many thoughts rush through my mind so does the wind almost knocking me down. I decide to slowly work way toward the water. But one mistake and I'm suddenly falling. Someone caught me but I still fell in the water. Its dark under here, I swim trying to find a way out. Finally I breathe; I made it, that's when I see someone I front of m