She looks in the mirror
And her eyes start to water
She's only seeing her faults
All the marks she's gotten from not being perfect
The slight differences of her face
And her skin covered with damages
She reaches down for her closest friend
The shiny blade staring back up with her own hateful reflection
Waiting to sink in and make her feel the pain
That'll bring back the reality she so desperately needs
And with every cut feeling as if she's alive
Only she's slowly dying, deep inside.
