I am young?

I stare at myself in a broken mirror.
Lines crawl down my face,
Valleys for the tears.
Once again salty tears fall on my cracked lips.

We are young,
With tears in our eyes.
Shadows have crossed our faces too many times.
The candle burnt down,
My room ignites along with my heart.
Wilted roses call my name,
Weakly as the petals begin to fall.
We are young,
We have cut too many times.
The mirror is new,
The roses fresh.
But I still sit covered in ashes,
Ashes of my life, burnt down.
We are young,
With destruction on our hands,
Mysteries have filled our minds too many times.

By Hateful Tears

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