She woke up the morning after
and glanced at the mirror
She hated what she saw
being such a girl.
Her boyfriend had moved on
and found a new chick
She thought it was all her fault
but it was all on him.
She was so in love
and she thought he was too
but he didn't really love her
She was just one card of 52.
As she thought about everything
her sadness betrayed
and quickly turned to anger
as she went for the blade.
She knew that some friends
had been hurting themselves
and they always seemed happy
even when the bad was dealt.
She knew though, that it wasn't good
and she knew what she would do
She raised the knife and stabbed her mirror
and then she watched broken pieces fall.
She couldn't hold back any more
her tears fell as she dropped to the ground
She clutched the floor and slowly sank
and then laid her head down as she wept.
The young girl's heart was shattered
just like the glass on the floor
she thought "I am too old to cry"
but she couldn't make herself stop.
She calmed her-self slowly
hours had passed and no one came
she knew she only had herself
she wiped the tears as she looked around
She wasn't ready to go out
so unstable and on the verge of a breakdown
so she spread the pieces around her in a circle
here she had her own little world.
she sat there and rocked for comfort
as she looked around at every one
she saw a thousand pieces of a reflection
but that's only made a few distorted images
inside her uneven circle
she could feel nothing from the outside
she knew of none of her problems
only her innocence shown all the way through
She could do nothing more just sitting
and she was tired of waiting
so she laid back down to sleep
it would be good with so much on her mind
The next morning the girl awoke
to the sun streaming in
she looked around at the pieces
trying to remember what had happened.
She glanced up at the mirror,
or where it had once been
and then down at the pieces
she didn't mind the girl she saw.
She had a gash on her head and
five or six on her arms;
three or four on her legs, and,
one or two on her heart.
There were blood stains on the floor and
the knife was still in the mirror
the girl looked at a piece that still hung and
then all she could do was smile.
She knew things would get better
after all he's just a guy
there are a million more out there
but it may take a while
The scars would always be there
and he would know it was all his fault
she would forget him but he wouldn't be able
to forget the pain he caused.
For now she'd be okay
She wouldn't hurt for long.
The memory would fade like the scars
but it would never completely be gone
