throbbing, seizing, aching
a pain felt through pulses
fatally shredding purple wounds
not just a pleading heart
hastily trying to revive
a life not eager to be lived
a life drenched in sorrow
a life ending as we speak

the monster inside the mirror
is who ended the fight,
winning the battle
with only one casualty.
the battlefield of cold tile
scattered with shards of glass
spotted with tears of scarlet.
it was a war in her mind
fighting against herself
until her wrists would cry
and all other thoughts
were drowned out.
the monster inside the mirror
was the reoccurring bullet
aiming towards pain
a pain ending misery
with one weapon in hand
there was only one
choice but to end.
the rein of terror was done
and peace rang among
as her choice of death
rose above the smirk
of monster inside the mirror.

wind slithers around me
I sway on the edge,
between misery and fate.
the city below
crawls with adversaries,
continuing unknowingly
of what they are about to witness.
the hair on my neck rises
my feet leave the boundary of misery.
im flying,
free of pain,
free of guilt.
no longer broken,
now just a guardian of my troubled thoughts.