I stare at
my reflection...

I see her there
She doesnt move...

No words can describe the pain felt
when words go unheard...

She is standing there.
Can no one see her...

Shes happy.
For those couple seconds the blade cuts through...

When
When will the weakness come over me...

Im painting a picture of trees with no leaves,
of standing in snow up to my knees...

No one is around when she falls apart
She just falls silently until, finally...

A flash of lightning
A cowering child...

Calling out
with a voice that cannot be heard...

Who am I?
I am the girl...

Stop.
Stop loving me like this...