My short stories

The mirror

WARNING: SELF HARM AND SENSITIVE CONTENT

  Not everyone is perfect, not even a mirror. Looking at it can be deceiving looking at yourself or looking at who you're pretending to be. Someone who isn't actually you but a part of something or someone else you wish was you, you're own creation even. Even the wrong look starts to make it crack. Enough to cut the skin and question the reason of life what makes us human, what makes humanity awful and society to turn away. The more cuts just mean the more wrong that happens and the fault in our hearts to make us be the way we are.

  This glass we stare into not only to see ourselves the monsters that lurk around us like the darkness can consume us. The glass that sees all the pain the violence and the death. Suicide or overdose taking a blade to see all of our blood pour out of wounds we don't deserve and we constantly cry over only to hide our feelings with something that isn't us. But, the same glass that is everywhere looks through us and see what we hide. The banging in our head and the teasing and screaming of others that punish us for being different for being who we want to be. The bigger people who put us down is what that mirror sees. 

  The times we get high or drunk, even the pain we inflict we do on purpose. The yelling and tears that run down faces or that fall out of our mouths the feeling of abuse or just writing that note to end everything. The innocence that fades away in our minds and hearts. The good times that eventually fade away or the times on calls that was nothing but tears and blood that escapes you. The suffocating pain of heart ache that stays no matter what you do the mirror see it all though if it judges or not will be uncertain. All we know that staring into what could be you can make you realize you are the glass copy staring back at you..or at least I was.