Goosebumps on my body, but I am not cold.
I feel nothing.
Moonlight shining through the window.
Staring blankly at the mirror on the wall.
I hate myself.
Anger, a shriek, a crash.
Shattered dreams strewn across the floor.
I hold a shard in my fingers.
My eye stares back at me.
Slice through my palm.
Shard clatters to the floor.
Hand crying red, always red.
It feels good.
I deserve it.
White scars shining silver in the moonlight.
Moonlight reflection off the shards, shimmering, beckoning.
I need it.
I shouldn't be here.
I should have died.
Now you're gone.
And nobody will save me this time.