Can You See Now?

I look into the mirror.

I see something but I'm not quite sure what.

I feel dead and so alone.

I'm not sure where I am,

Or if all of this is real.

If I go to touch something,

Will my hand go through it?

Pain has built up over the years

Leaving me battered and bruised inside.

I hate the world-

You are oblivious to my pain and fears…

Let me make it so you see:

I put a blade to my wrist;

Its sharp tongue breaks the skin,

Leaving behind a trail of blood.

I don't feel the pain I felt before I bled.