Looking For Myself

Asking Alexandria- a lesson never learned.

Please you have to help me this is not my true face.
I said to myself whilst my wandering eyes landed on my reflection in the cracked, smudged mirror.
I have lost myself, I don't know where I have gone but I don't think I am coming back.
My blue eyes no longer show pride and accomplishment or even happiness and care. All I see is grief and pain. Heavy bags hung beneath my tearful eyes, my face pale and almost transparent. The lips that once formed a happy smile were now dry and cracking. Smothering Vaseline over my lips desperate for some repair, tears escaped my sore eyes. Every part of me was screaming to give up but I couldn't, not now, not ever. I had to keep trying to find myself, I'm somewhere.