he sat in front of his mirror
with words written across his face
he shouldn't have fell asleep in class
from his mind, this will never be erased
he stared down at his arms
and saw words written on them
in a different language
a language of scars and blood
he looked up at his eyes
filled with tears
they used to be sky blue and bright
now they're nothing but a switched off light
he glanced down at his stomach
it was like looking in a fun house mirror
nothing was particularly clear
in his mind
he went deep into his thoughts
they resemble
what he's always been taught
that he's just overreacting
the word finally came out
"no"
he told himself
this was not some overreaction
he put a plug
over the bathtub drain
he undressed
until he was just bare skin
he grabbed a knife
once the bathtub was halfway full
he slit his forearms
but this time, vertical
the blood rapidly poured out of his vein
as he fell into the water
in mere minutes
the water had absorbed his life
all in the process
he left a note
it simply said
"and you thought I was overreacting before"
