I am blessed with a gift
Of being with myself
Falling for myself and
Hurting myself
I don't know what to call it
Is it obsession or overthinking
But the good days are not forever
I had been miserable and a dumbass
As the water trickled down my shoulder
I looked at the mirror.....covered with fog...
Words cried over my mind....
Whispering quitely that i felt alone
I had always felt like a good girl
But in the mirror as i saw the new me
A girl with dark circles under her big brown eyes...
Red nose and cheeks
And a beautiful pinkish brown lips
Kissing the most beautiful painkiller...
