Tuesday Morning

So I wake up on a Tuesday
morning walk to the mirror
and see the war that I raged
on myself the night before.

Walking on the egg shells
on the floor hoping that I don't
wake the beast in the room next
door, let sleeping dogs lie.

Not believing what I see in the
mirror, it's not me looking back
just cuts and bleeding scars
what was once my lost soul

I must change this problem
so I walk across the egg shells
hoping that I wake the beast in the
room next door. cause I don't care no more

Damn he will see the me I once was
he will see though the scars and the bleeding
cuts, and remember what once was
a true love that was me loving him.

**let me no what you think please.