I Look Into The Mirror Everyday. The Face That Stares Back At These Weary, Dull, Exhausted Eyes With

I look into the mirror everyday. the face that stares back at these weary, dull, exhausted eyes with darkened hollows so deep beneath them, as if they haven’t had a good night’s sleep in an eternity. a wilted flower drained of its vibrant bloom. staring at my wounds wondering how long must I wait until they bear the name of scars, scars that i wear as badges of the battles I’ve been through. when will this war within me find its end? when will it all be over?