Mirrors Of Judgement

As I Run Into My Room Crying, I Slam The Door Shut And Throw The Knife.

It Tears Through A Picture, And Then Breaks A Mirror.

I Sit Down And Lock My Door And Think About The Fight.

And Then I Get Up, And Look For The Knife.

I See The Picture, Splitting Me Apart From My Family.

With Tears Running Down My Face, I Grab The Knife.

I Put It To My Wrist.

And The I Look Down.

And I See The Shattered Person In Front Of Me.

A Fragment Of The Human I Once Was.

I Think For A Moment.

And Then My Parents Bang On The Door Saying "No, Please Not Again."

And I Say, This Is It.

I Feel The Blood Wanting To Flow Out.

And Then My Parents Busted Down The Door.

But I Was Just A Broken Body, Laying Down On The Floor In The Mirror.