The broken mirror

She lies on the bathroom floor with a piece of mirror in her hand,
She doesn't remember how she got there, she doesn't understand.

Why she hit the mirror, why her blood was on the floor,
She doesn't understand why, or what she's fighting for.

She doesn't seem to remember why she cried all night,
Why is it that she fought you, why is it that she fights.

As she stared at the broken mirror, and her blood upon the floor.
She finally seems to realize why her mum was at the door.

She saw her own blood, like she never thought it'd be red.
She saw the broken mirror, and wished she would be dead.

Her mom started crying and fell to her knees,
As she watched her baby dying, finally at ease.