| The Mirror March 5, 2002 I'm looking at myself in the mirror, thinking of all the things I've done wrong. I pick up the sharp piece of glass, set it gently on my arm. I always seem to hesitate at this point, but not this time, I've had to much, can't take it in anymore. I push the glass down, hard... no pain, I'm so numb. I run it slowly across my wrist, blood starts running out. I run it across again, harder and harder, take out my anger. I've lost so much blood, I faint to the floor, the blood covered floor. I have blood all over my arms, hair, everywhere. I start screaming... WHY? Everything starts to go blurry, then things just started fading into blackness, it's getting so dark... I'm numb... Gone... Who will find me??? I wake up... in a cold sweat, breathing so hard... I get up, go to the mirror, look at myself... Then look at my arm, it was just a dream. |