I looked in the mirror. I didn't recognize what was looking back at me. I rubbed my eyes but the image wasnt any clearer. She was broken and bruised. Submissive and misused. Pushed around and cut up. She was tired of being a **** up. She had mascara on her face. She felt like a big disgrace. She was a sheep in wolf's clothing. She deep in self loathing. She quick to give a smile. She only looked sad once in a while. She looked whole. She looked bold. She looked strong. Nothing was wrong.
Looks can be deceiving. They can also leave you grieving.
Get a job, a husband or wife. Make yourself comfortable in your own life. So they tell me or would have told me if they were still alive. But they are dying slowly by the magic pills. They are no longer there to protect and care. I no longer have devils that whisper and scream. They can do both but now they are doing non. And I can see myself having fun, not caring or staring into nothingness. Yet it leaves me in mourning to know they are about to die. Maybe if I hold on a little longer I won't be lonely and then find myself a job, husband or wife.