deeper

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"What do you want from me?" I scream at the monster I see in the mirror, "Tell me!"

My knees buckle, I collapse to the cold tiled floor, choking on my own tears.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I yelp, my voice clogged from sorrow.

They all say I'm not alone, they say I have a great life. They don't see me now, do they?

My hands shaking, I grab the razor sitting innocently on the shelf.

I scream in agony and my voice echoes through the dead empty house.

"deeper," I order myself, tracing harder against my sliced skin.

Finally, bloodshed.

I wash my pain away as it melts into the sink, I scrub the stains off.

Nobody needs to know, they must believe my act.

I throw on my fake smile and walk out.

And that's me, the infamous artificially happy child.

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