i look into the mirror
scream
what a sight to behold,
a beaten and battered version of myself
staring back at me
dark eyes showing nothing of what is felt
uneven hair cut with the blade stolen from the kitchen cabinets
nearly dried tears from the thoughts
of none other than
myself


but
if you were to look a little closer
if you were to dig a little deeper
look
you can find the remains
of a heart,
shattered by harsh words
and scattered by cruel actions...

words and actions
said and done by myself.