When I was younger

I believed nothing came 

to an end.

As I got older

I started to see

that everyone was leaving me. 

Being alone

is never fun, just sitting by yourself

until the day is done.

Getting lost

in your own thought to the point

where you can't think anymore.

Tears flow

majority of your time 

spent awake.

Life's hard,

they all say, but you know

it's more than that. 

It's tears,

fears,

scars.

But then,

you open your eyes, 

look in the mirror.

See nothing,

but broken beauty,

and you ponder.

How something so beautiful could come to an end.