Letters To Him.

The Mirror.

Dearest love,

I don't recognize myself anymore.

I look into the mirror and I try to find the girl I used to be.

I look older and even more tired.

I can't find my smile either, it looks so unnatural.

My face looks thinner and I can't help but notice that there's something missing from me- but I don't know what it is.

I can look at myself in the mirror for hour, but not out of admiration.

I look at myself and I'm trying to figure just what the hell I'm looking at.

The only thing I recognize are the old scars, but I'm sad to say that there are new ones I don't recognize.

As I exam my heart, I notice that you're gone. But I've gotten used to that. Maybe it's slightly smaller.

I look into my eyes, lifeless and closer to black than brown now.

I've never noticed this until recently.

When I touched the mirror, I noticed that my hand slipped through and I could leave this place for good.

I never understood why you were so afraid of mirrors, but I understand now that you were actually just scared of yourself.

When my hand went through, I panicked, I didn't know what to do so I hid from all mirrors.

One day I realized that I didn't want to be here anymore, I really didn't like the place I was at and there was nothing I could do to change it.

So I went to the mirror, but this time when I put my hand through I found myself going through it entirely.

I found myself in the exact same world, but soemthing was different.. something was off.

I ran around screaming at the top of my lungs, I thought I had reached freedom.

No one seemed to notice or care, then I realized that no one could see or hear me.

Soon my screams of joy turned into screams of help. No one answered.

I went back to the mirror, but when I looked in it- I couldn't see myself.

I tried to go through again, but this time I broke the mirror.

I have no way back.

I'm stuck here.

I'm stuck being invisible.

But that's okay, you never noticed me anayways.

Your's truly,

Her