Face facts

your eyes are clouded

you have misjudged

misread

and under estimated

Delusional

hallucinating

you walk your thin line like a tight rope

off balance

with shaking knees

it's only fair

you did the deed

face facts

only the restless fear sleep

their minds churning as the night goes on

tears streaming

as they begin to yawn

their tired

but to close their eyes is a taboo not to ever be done

not by them

face facts

you have become one of them

your guilt eating at you

like a strong gust of wind taking down a ship in a hurricane

it bugs you

to point when you close your eyes you repeat the memory over in your head

so deafening are the screams from that night

yet you had to give in and do what you thought had to be done

all alone

you pictured it countless times before

but never did you think to act on it

until then...

face facts

when the spirit leaves the body it has no choice but to go where it's told

unless it can't reach it

because the life was too quick and the death was too long

but the pain still runs deep because it still hasn't forgot...

face it

look in the mirror and face it

the fact that the knife that you hold is the one that you use to take the life of yourself

what a crime you have done...

yet the bitter sweet things that no one wants to see is that the one who is speaking is your reflection

it is me...