She's staring at her own reflection,
into the small pieces of the mirror.
The mirror of pain,
that's how she calls it.
The sight of her hollow eyes,
seeing her silence screams.
She tries to put the pieces back togheter,
but they are to sharp to pick up.
She sees herslef bleeding,
and does nothing to stop it.
So tierd of pretending.
People never looked at het,
only laughed.
She was the happy one.
But now, when te bleeding stopped,
she's already gone.