Fractured

I see a ghost in the mirror’s face,  A soul in torment, lost in place.  Scars on flesh, silent cries,  Each one a wound that never dies.  Self-doubt whispers in the dark,  Feeding fears that leave a mark.  I long for silence, crave release,  But find no solace, no peace.  I loathe this body, this cage of pain,  A life consumed by endless rain.  If tears could wash this grief away,  I'd let them drown me, night and day.  But here I stand, broken, worn,  A heart too shattered to mourn.  Only echoes, only cries,  In a life where hope has died.