The Mirror

I turn towrds the door torn with fear Afaid this could be it , the end is near My eyes close tighter all the night Asking myself if the time is right I look around and nothing to see Exept a broken soul in the mirror and that is me I can't stand stand to bare it it's just to hard Nothing around me but I broken glass shard The tears drip off my face as a stand up to leave I can't give up I just have to believe Forget it there is no hope there is no faith So I pick up the shard and put it in its place My soul is relieved of the unbarebale pain And the story is written all over my face