Mirror

Looking at you is like looking at a mirror, a reflectiong in the water. Those black eyes stare back at me, that pale skin looks as if it's about to peel. Black bags hang from under your eyes as if you haven't been getting any sleep lately. Your hair, it's desheveled. Your black hair is cut short and is messy. Your body looks skinny, like you haven't eaten in a long time. Scars riddle your body. That skin makes them pop out. Red on white, red on white, red on white... That white, pale skin make those tiny, red scars just pop. Those tiny, thin, red scars aligning your skin...

Where did those come from, the scars. Were you in a fight? Were you hurt? Why? You looks as if you haven't slept in weeks and your body is riddled in cuts.

You stay quiet and cough a lot. Are you sick? Are you just that shy? Whenever you talk it's kinda raspy and you stutter and you're quiet. It's like you've never talked. It's strange to hear sometimes...

But then I come to realization.

You are annoying. You are a screw up. You're!...

At the end of the day I come back to realization, I'm just looking at you here. Heh... You're just a reflection in the water of truth, the present., result of great pain. I'm looking at nothing but a reflection in the mirror...

"You think you want to die...

...But in reality you just want to be saved"