Broken Mirror
It's a Seto angst thingy...because he's so easy to mentally mutilate . I'm evil, no? I forgot where I found "Broken Mirror" so if it was your title tell me! Or, does anyone know who's it was?
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Mirror, mirror on the wall Broken pieces start to fall Shattered reflection, glassy rain Slash the ones that stay the same
I can't take it...I look in the mirror. I don't see myself, I see a blur. Big white blurs shake before my eyes. I've gone blind, or is it just my tears? Tears? Tears...me, crying? The Seto Kaiba crying? Yes. I don't know who I am, so many sides. Masks, or pride, of fame, of...sorrow? I can't look at myself, and when I do nothing is the same. I'm not The same Seto Kaiba everybody else sees. The Seto Kaiba everybody sees is rich, wealthy, powerful, ruthless. The Seto Kaiba I see is weak, helpless, lonely, depressed.
Collage of broken, shattered faces All that remain of happy places That were once up in a time safe Now there's nothing left to say
The past can be a terrible thing, you know. I can remember, remember the happy times where everything was peaceful, calm and serene. Then it all started to fall, my world crumbled, I wanted to die. First, my parents died no less than a few years apart from each other, the foster home and my abusive step-father. There's honestly nothing to say now. Nothing. At all.
Close your eyes and look away But still the broken image stays Can't escape; the door is gone Wait in darkness for the dawn
I want to get out of here, back to my world of peace...it was once like that. Hard to believe, but it was. It was. My vision is clearing, I can see myself, vaguely I wonder if this is really me. Vaguely turns into viciously. Time is gone, life is over. As of now, I tell myself. I ball up my fist and send it slamming into the crystal mirror. The pieces fall, they cut through my skin. Like, I even care. I pick up a rather large piece. I look at myself into the large shard of glass. It blurs again, but I can see now. I can see the mirror falling still, I see a crimson mirror on the marble floor. Am I lying down or standing? I can't feel. Except...except for the warm blood running down my arm. I can see again, I can see the last bits of shining glass tinkering against the floor around me. I can see the blackness.
Mirror, mirror on the wall Broken pieces start to fall Shattered reflections, glassy rain Slash the ones that stay the same.
--- Once again, the title Broken Mirror is not mine and so I don't take any credit for that title. Damn, writers block! Did you like it? It was my first suicide fic! . gets stomped by raging fangirls Ok, that hurt.
It's a Seto angst thingy...because he's so easy to mentally mutilate . I'm evil, no? I forgot where I found "Broken Mirror" so if it was your title tell me! Or, does anyone know who's it was?
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Mirror, mirror on the wall Broken pieces start to fall Shattered reflection, glassy rain Slash the ones that stay the same
I can't take it...I look in the mirror. I don't see myself, I see a blur. Big white blurs shake before my eyes. I've gone blind, or is it just my tears? Tears? Tears...me, crying? The Seto Kaiba crying? Yes. I don't know who I am, so many sides. Masks, or pride, of fame, of...sorrow? I can't look at myself, and when I do nothing is the same. I'm not The same Seto Kaiba everybody else sees. The Seto Kaiba everybody sees is rich, wealthy, powerful, ruthless. The Seto Kaiba I see is weak, helpless, lonely, depressed.
Collage of broken, shattered faces All that remain of happy places That were once up in a time safe Now there's nothing left to say
The past can be a terrible thing, you know. I can remember, remember the happy times where everything was peaceful, calm and serene. Then it all started to fall, my world crumbled, I wanted to die. First, my parents died no less than a few years apart from each other, the foster home and my abusive step-father. There's honestly nothing to say now. Nothing. At all.
Close your eyes and look away But still the broken image stays Can't escape; the door is gone Wait in darkness for the dawn
I want to get out of here, back to my world of peace...it was once like that. Hard to believe, but it was. It was. My vision is clearing, I can see myself, vaguely I wonder if this is really me. Vaguely turns into viciously. Time is gone, life is over. As of now, I tell myself. I ball up my fist and send it slamming into the crystal mirror. The pieces fall, they cut through my skin. Like, I even care. I pick up a rather large piece. I look at myself into the large shard of glass. It blurs again, but I can see now. I can see the mirror falling still, I see a crimson mirror on the marble floor. Am I lying down or standing? I can't feel. Except...except for the warm blood running down my arm. I can see again, I can see the last bits of shining glass tinkering against the floor around me. I can see the blackness.
Mirror, mirror on the wall Broken pieces start to fall Shattered reflections, glassy rain Slash the ones that stay the same.
--- Once again, the title Broken Mirror is not mine and so I don't take any credit for that title. Damn, writers block! Did you like it? It was my first suicide fic! . gets stomped by raging fangirls Ok, that hurt.