Oops I believe I've forgotten

Who is that person again?

Staring at me through this glass

Streaks of wet flowing

Reflections of what's behind me

Glaring fluorescent lights shine

On that girls faded hair

Eyes piercing deeply into the

Very pit of my hateful soul yet

Still horrifically empty

Devoid of life and living

Like she is breathing merely to


Emotionless features and an

Almost pretty face if she were

Able to curve those drained lips into

An almost smile

My fingers reach to brush against

The smooth glass nearly reaching

Her own ink stained hands that

Are grasping for mine

A mirror image gasping at her own

Realization that the empty

Body standing in the bathroom full

Of painful memories and bloody tissues

Is no other than me