She gets up everyday,
Nothing to stair at but her empty reflection in the soon to be broken glass,
That will shatter her existence into a thousand pieces.
Holding her hand against her hand hopping it will grab hold.
Her eyes blood shot && black smudged with fingure prints of a mistake.
She inspects every inch of her body,&& rejects the fact everyday that is who she is.
She screams silently with a fist of mental anger as she smashes the mirror,
Her hand is cut up, bleeding.
&& it takes that, a fall on the ground && a hospital bed to make her realize,
Its them who are missing out.
