Fogged mirror, blank reflection, steamy room.
Finding ones own beauty in another.
Won’t you save me from myself sentenced doom?
Oh, when again shall we see each other?

Bright steamy metal, relief that won’t last.
Dying inside, smiling like a fake.
One cut, then another, repeat the past.
Though wounds will heal; scars shall forever ache.

My breath has now cooled and my heart rate slowed.
Drowning in my mind fighting my own past.
Like a lighthouse my quiet soul once glowed.
All I hope is to be okay at last.

The battle is over the end is here.
Now facing my enemies none to fear.