looking in the mirror
i dont recognize that face
as blood spills into the sink
a razorblade falls to the floor
the tears staining red cheeks
eyes strained and hurt
the pain that was held inside
now bleeding out
no longer able to hold it back
control the feelings locked inside
for so long its been this way
reaching out for someone
to see the battle raging inside
and no-one saw
the pain laying behind those eyes
once filled with happiness
so care free
fingers trace the mirror
inscribing words with blood
before slowly sliding to the floor
bloody hand prints grace the cabinet
proping against a wall
as the eyes flutter
no words can come from held breathe
and when they come home
seeing the bathroom light on
all they'll see is the body on the floor
in a pool of blood
and the words on the mirror
and hopefully they'll say them out loud
so they can echo through the house
'im sorry i wasnt perfect,am i perfect now?'
promise me you wont cry at my funeral
you never cried for me before
so why start now?
its already over.
