i gave myself one more look in the mirror,
those words... those hateful words... coming to my mind so fast i can't hold back my tears.
as my mascara runs down my cheeks, i start.
i go until i don't have anymore room.
the pain... it's good to actually feel someting, something at all no matter how bad it is.
i shove a towel in my mouth so they can't hear my screams as i continue...
i haven't even gone through all the words when i've got no more room.
so i drop the knife.
my arm is filled... filled with everything that has ever caused a tear, a scream, caused.. this.
i feel... satisfied.
i feel complete.
to let the words "sink in"
i look at myself in the mirror again.
god i'm a mess.
my bun is nearly out, black smudges of makeup all over my face.
then i look at the sink...
red is all i see, it came from my masterpiece, it came from me.
there is so much it looks like someone has died in here.
well someone did.
maybe physically i'm still alive... but mentally...
your words have killed me.
