As every second of the hour goes by,
I sit and watch myself in this
cold, isolated mirror that captures
my hateful image. My mouth can not speak,
my body can not move. No signs
of movement. I shatter into little
pieces, not being able to bring
myself back together. Little notes
and images can not be found in
this thought that covers your
inner beauty. I slowly demand that
all should stop at this moment
or else I would disappear without
the likes of coming back.

I miss when you use to tell me that
everything would take it's own course
and be fine again. Pictures of me have
faded away into the countless hours of
lonliness. The love notes, the roses, the
memories have been lost in its own time.
Time will set the path to happiness again,
but not at this moment.