Invisible Face

How Dissociation feels.

Invisible faces shining though a universe
It lies in a hole in the broken bathroom mirror
Squinting, trying to see something; anything...
But the view is so faint it's unclear.
Who's looking back? It couldn't just be a reflection,
My mind, it's feeling woozy, feeling weak
As if I've had a psychotropic injection...
I know what I see, my mind can't play tricks
I don't understand how I'm seeing what I'm seeing,
my reality is falling like a ton of molded bricks...
Am i the face that no one else can see?
Am I real? Am I here?
Can anyone else see me?!
I fear the loneliness which accompanies demise
Only a transition but I know it's dark and quiet
Can't handle the wait and wonder, nor the surprise
I need to lay down, to leave it all behind...
the faces though, begin to whisper
Thought's grinding, leaving me blind.
I feel as if I should talk back to the voice,
I feel like I'm insane, and the words...
The words just come out, I never had a choice.
It's as if i'm the person looking back,
It scares me so much that I can forget
So i slit my wrists and all fades to black...