Look in the mirror and say what you see,
A broken down girl staring right back at me.
I can’t seem to recognize her, her eyes so empty,
Her hair looks cropped, and not so lengthy.
She looks too skinny in her muscle shirt and *******,
Her whole appearance making me feel uncanny.
Who is this girl? Why is she so sad?
She’s looking slightly familiar and in a state so bad.
I examine her more closely and realize something I cannot stand,
The girl in the mirror is really me with a razor in hand.

I don't like wasting my tears over you,
Nor are you worth any of this ink.
But these feelings are overpowering,
And it's getting harder to think.
I thought you really cared for me,
But I guess you're full of lies.
I realize now that you don't deserve me,
And it's time to say goodbye.

I dislike what you've become
but what is done is done.
I can sit here & reminisce about the person I met and fell for
a few years back
but standing in front of me at this very moment,
the skin and bones you,
is a completely different being
and there's nothing I can do.

I glare at the poorly drawn insect on my wrist,
Wanting nothing more than to **** it,
With a razor blade and the blood it could bring.
I want to cut it in half,
Watch it bathe in my wrath,
And feel that familiar sting.
But I stop myself short,
A deep inhale and I abort,
Put the razor blade down.
I walk away as I frown,
Watching the butterfly I’ve kept at bay,
“Apparently this bug is to live another day.”

She watches the sun set from the steps outside her house,
Never letting her sight linger away from the gorgeous star.
The sky transforms from a solid blue to a dome of pink and orange,
Meshing together to make the greatest view only few will ever notice.
For a moment, all is well.
Her endlessly thinking mind is silenced by the grace of dusk,
The sadness is gone from her eyes,
But instead bliss and amazement are engraved in her deep brown orbs.
Her hatred for the world is replaced by admiration,
And everything around her disappears for once.
It’s just her and the sun,
Both uniting as one,
And exiting the city for a while.
Nothing could be more perfect,
For it was just what she needed.