Talking to the mirror.

You betrayed your own feelings.
You killed your instincts.
You could recreate me,
but we're on the murder scene
and seems that we both are dead.
You've destruct yourself
and took me with you.

When I scream
is just to be sure that I'm alive,
but no one hears,
because there's no one here.
No one is near.

This is what you did to me.
This is what you did to yourself.
I've been learning this everyday,
I've been living this everyday:
Empty pages can't tell stories.

- Tatiana Cruz.