Mirror, mirror, on the wall, will I be the one to fall?
To fall onto the cold hard floor and crumble into the shards of gore?
No repair, just a treacherous lair.
Stuck inside this world I hate, I’m scared to fail.
But nobody cares, they all just glare, not knowing of the things that happen in this world.
Maybe I should tell, so my heart won’t tear.
And one day I’ll be there where darkness compels.
I’m not fine.
I’m not okay.
Fine, I guess I’ll finally tell.
Here’s the thing;
“Life’s a living hell.”
Everyday, I compliment random people and tell them how beautiful they are. One day, my friend told me to say something good about myself. So, I told her, “I’m a beautiful, fucked up mess.”