the mirror

trying to find space in the world for just a little longer even a single night is acceptance supposed to come from the inside? there's nothing there and so it's destined to remain void i wonder if ambition makes it easier to take up space but i believe i have lost too much of myself already like a decayed orbit of a planet looking at its diminishing star knowing everyday is a longer goodbye i'm tired of existing i'm tired of my flaws the version of myself that deserves love is a mirror image of me who has done everything to be less unbroken more good but the mirror is shattered the weight of perfection too great does it make sense to catch my reflection if the mirror keeps shattering?