There’s a girl in the mirror and
she always tells the truth
saying that I should stop cutting my wrists wide open
and kill
my inner doom
I took my mum to see the girl, but
she laughed until she cried
saying that I should stop reading my books so carefully
and seek
another junky-mind
The ghost in my bones tried to believe
even though I was not there
saying that I should stop hurting everyone around
and travel
elsewhere
My brother never left home, but
filled my head with sorrow
saying that I should stop being like that
and just become
another moron
I never did listen to anyone
except the girl in the mirror
she saw my veins
kissed me on
I was once wandering by a river
and a bird came up to me.
It talked about many things:
of humanity and books, gods and pain,
of heaven and dreams.
The bird was very wise and
all I could do was try to wrap my mind
around everything it was teaching me.
It said: “Come, girl, come with me.
This life is a waste of souls and you ought to be free.”
I felt my feet turning could
and my voice getting weak.
As the bird, softly, continue to speak:
“Let it go, girl. This is your chance to flee.”
My surroundings were turning into a blur and
I couldn’t feel my head.
Then I suddenly remembered
how warm was