Last year
I saw the wet cheeks
Of my own mother
And my heart broke
Not only because
She was hurting herself
But because
My own pillows
Were just as soaked
And you were everything to me
Last month
I saw the bleeding wrists
Of my best friend
And was saddened
Not only because
She was hurting herself
But because
My own wrists
Are a perfect replica
And you were everything to me
Last night
I saw the reflection
Of myself
And was disgusted
Not only because
I was hurting myself
But because
What I was forced to look at
Was never good enough
But you were everything to me
