There will be days when you look into the mirror

and hate your reflection so much, so violently

that the glass breaks.

It is your choice, whether to clean up the shattered pieces with your bare hands

vigilantly, and gently with care


so not to hurt yourself.

Or to close your eyes, in fear of that reflection

attempting to quickly grab the shards of what you cannot see,

so you can hurry and throw them away.

You carelessly slice open your skin in the process,

not even noticing the pain until you begin


and bleeding



until your body is as empty as the void in your mind.

At least then, you would feel a bit lighter.




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