Mirror

I am a mirror, I show myself to myself, I am the only thing reflected,I am the only thing visible in me, it is but storm clouds of black ink.
Darkness, hate and pain, it's married to my sorrow.
Even my nightmares have nightmares, my eyes no eyes to see, and my ears only hear the twisted sick memories that is now my only reality,
my voice too weak to scream, my hands tied to a fate that I cannot escape.
And I murder myself every night in my thoughts, I am my sickness, I have become the thing I fought against