Mirrors

Not again, Not curls

Not even a smile

Staring back at a face of a stranger

A woman who knows nothing of love

One who hates even her own child

Why this, not now

Not the memories of a broken doll

A child who longed to be worth it

One second where she didn't hold a blade

Or a tortured mind.

Numb

Weak

Worthless, No more

Needing a escape, but like the glass of this broken, bloody mirror

I can touch but not quite feel.

I see myself

It taunts me how I see her

The same eyes, so lifeless and cold

The springs that always coil back to it's roots

It's me, but only the one that reflects

Not the me who I am, or who I wish I could be

It's her, the ghost of a grieving past

One where innocence is not found

Nor heart, not a soul

She's empty, just the body of a corpse

Skin dull, blank stare

Remembering what it took to get here

She remembers the beat of her own heart

As if it were just a distant dream.

She remembers the pain of actions from her own self,

And everyone else.

She remembers the words,

The echo, and echo, and echo in her mind

It's what's left of her own sanity slowly drifting away.

The pleas, they grow faint

Just like her heartbeat

She's escaping a careless world

One where even adulthood couldn't take The Torture,

The Pain

The Agony

And then,

She disappears.

She found relief.