Shattered

He stared at his reflection, studying every inch of his face. His blue dye was fading, leaving him with almost white hair with black roots showing. His eyes had dark purple circles underneath them and were bloodshot and swollen. His cheeks were puffy, hollow and tearstained. His bottom lip was bright red and chapped with tiny cuts and dried blood from biting it too hard. The upper lip was almost as white as his face. He was paler than usual, almost as if he was a ghost. His eyes were empty and tired, as if any trace of life was sucked out from them and they were just... there.
He looked dead.