My mirror reflects an image.

Bloodshot eyes,

Slowly sunken in.

Hurting again.


Dried blood

Stuck underneath

My untrimmed nails.

And I know it sounds childish,

But life is so unfair.

Collapsed on the bathroom tile,

I am realizing so many things.

About how wonderful she is,

How horrible I am.

She deserves so much better.

My head aches from the hard tile,

And my eyes are so tired.

And nothing even matters anymore.

Nothing's helping me.

Mother was wrong.

Whatever she said was a lie.

She's preventing me from being happy again.

She's using excuses.

She's doing the opposite of what does make me happy.