A trickle of blood drips off his cheek and he thinks "The tears are getting worse" as it falls to the sink. When it splashes and makes a ripple, He looks up to the mirror and see's a reflection that isn't His own. He see's a man Broken, Confused, and Alone. Not sure where or who to turn to for help to make things clear. His face was drenched with tears, His hair was a mess and pointing in all directions, and it looked like he hadn't slept in days. Cold and nerve shot his body qauked in agony, wanting but barely a moments rest from the pain. None that looked at this man would realize that the mirror reflected his inner self. But this man would shed no more tears for it felt like he was dieing, So he wore a suit of shadows and just blended away the pain, Just to wlak in society a normal man, not broken, confused or lost. But with a sense of where he was going and who he was gonna see....
