Is it over yet?

I hold it in my shaking hand

And my brain over-loads

I don't know what to do anymore

Should i just get it over with?

I wonder what You would think?

But as it falls from my trembling fingers

I just curl into a ball and look into Your eyes

I call out Your name and cry for Your forgivness

I feel that warm sting of familiarity

And then I'm back where I started

I pick it back up and stare at my reflection in it

"is that really me? When did i become like this?"