I Look in my mirror, seeing a young girl
Tears cover her pale face, but red drips on her wrist
She breaths slow and heavy, like life has stopped
Or inviting death into her soul, making life resist
She hides her lips into her soft, white palms
Gasping, but defiant to breath once more
Her pallid face, white to a deep shade of blue
She asks for help, but still on the floor
Her eyes silently close, the blue disappears
Her breathing has stopped, and wrists still red
The blade remains embedded into her wrists
Her body is motionless, but her eyes still shed
I Look into the mirror, and see a young girl
Once happy, since her parents died long ago
To such a girl, willing to take her own life
To tell them that she misses them so they know
