Broken

There's something wrong with this place. I feel like I've been here before. My life is crashing, crumbling.

The mirror is cracked. I can't see my face. I'm not there anymore.
The glass is coming off in shards, and yet I stay, searching frantically for my face.

Another life has passed. I reach like twisting vines.
My heart has dissapeared. A leaking machine was left in it's place.

Who wants to move forward, when you can just break down?
These roots have left me scarred, deaply, deathly.
This feeling just won't leave. Its shadow follows closely.
My brain is screaming out that I'm melting slowly.

To tired for words. I just don't care anymore.
Just let this black inside me cut, because I know it's there.
It's tearing me apart, from the inside out.
Somehow I know I will not come out the same way.

There's something wrong with this place. I think I've seen it before.
This hollow empty space. The door will open no more...