She looked into the mirror, and watched it quietly shatter into hundreds of pieces. She felt her heart drop at the ugliness she saw upon the few hundred pieces that were left upon the floor...She lifted up the mirror, piece by piece, and slowly tried to put it back together. Each piece she lifted, told another part of her story.
She looked into the first few pieces of the mirror, and with each piece, she only saw her eyes, and with each piece, the tear was slowly leaving her eye, and falling down her cheek. She couldnt feel a tear fall but thats what she was seeing
She looked into a few more pieces as she lifted them carefully to place them with the rest, and with each piece she looked at, a smile was fading from her face, and she could still see the tear sliding slowly down her cheek.
As she lifted up a few more pieces, each piece showed more of her face, beginning with her eyes; Red from crying, circles, and black. Mascara tears slide slowly, as she feels like each tear that's shed is a piece of her already broken heart.
As she completed the puzzle of her broken mirror, she felt like her life was leaving the palm of her hands as she placed each piece carefully back to its place. When she finally finished, she saw as each piece showed a part of her life...Starting from when she was born.
As the mirror went on she watched as she grew up, going from skinned knees walking to school by herself chasing the boys, making new friends. Learning how to read and write. And adventually bringing her towards parent separations, moving, losing friends, broken hearts
Her last row of the mirror, she looked closely at, and payed special attention as she watched her life play slowly...She saw herself taking a blade, and digging it deeply into her wrist as she cried herself to death...But then she just saw a hand being held out to her by what could help her future be put back together
You cant fix your problems by letting yourself get hurt but you can help the stress by hurting yourself Those were her words to him as she felt herself dig deeper until she could not go anymore.
She lifted up the mirror piece by piece, and placed it in a garbage bag. She still saw the tears, and she still saw herself as she grew up through the tears, the lies, smiles laughter cheating herself using herself and the fake smiles she managed to put on every day for so many years of her life
As she placed the final piece into the bag, she looked closely at the pieces as they shimmered from the light reflecting on the bag...Maybe shell just go on another day and pray it ends soon