Disintegration (Losing hope in recovery)...

I gathered you up

All of your lies,

your eyes, 

your truths

and your demise...

All of your self-,

your -pity,

your -disgust,

your lack of -...

If only you could see what you look like, 

stare at it,

as if your skull and bones were fabricated, created inside that mirror...

And still,

My eyes, 

my stare,

and my ears' hear, 

all hate to contemplate...