Mirror

Do you see what I see? The hopelessness and vulnerability that I have to deal with for all my life? Do you ever look into the mirror and just cry at seeing something that you don't want to be? Weak, just weak. I come off to be strong , but it's just my mask to hide my identity of who I really am. I sit in my bed holding a cold silver blade towards my wrist breathing in and out, so I don't feel the stinging pain as it cuts through my flesh showing nothing but red. Red a color of colors that I saw the most as I laid in sadness and anger after what you did to me. You took the one thing I can never get back without my permission. Leaving me in traumatized pieces like a broken glass on the floor. I cried and cried, but you never seemed to notice, you were just in it for your own satisfaction. I told you I didn't want to , but you were so eager. Thinking with what's down there but not up there. After that I stood in front of a mirror scratching and cutting at my skin to get rid of your fingerprints that I still felt on my body. You denied everything and said I was asking for it, but I wasn't asking for anything. I hope the next poor girl that falls into your grasp, watches for the signs and cancels you before you do the same to me. I hope you never find love or feel the touch from another again, because you don't deserve it.