Not feeling anything doesn’t look as bad as it is

Absolute emptiness is followed by a crisp smile

One you’re so sure will work enough to push you through the day

When you look into the mirror, there’s nothing there

Only a stranger you can’t recognise

And when the mirror shatters, as glass falls from your fists-

Crimson red becomes the only color in the room

And the seeds of the salt in your tears begin to bloom

Colored red, we’ve grown daffodils from an empty void

Rooting ourselves down to the first sign of life

Desperation can look beautiful when you lie to yourself