My Mirror
As i walk in my room
and stare in my mirror
i notice a girl staring back at me.
she has always been there
just standing and staring
but as these past few days have passed
she grows older...
and her once rosey face has turned a pale white.
she crys tears of pain,
unable to be comforted or helped.
i stand there hopeless-
she is torn apart and can no longer take the pain.
this life she leads can no longer be led
and as she cries she takes a knife,
turns to me and whispers, "I'm so sorry."
and carefully, yet wantingly, slits her wrist
and as this girl, once full of life,
slowly slips away from this cruel world,
i wonder... is it this a dream,
or could this really be me?
