Sitting on the edge of tomorrow's yesterday. Broken glass strewn everywhere, but I sit down anyway.

Shards cutting in to my unfeeling skin. Pinpricks of blood rise, leaving a red trail of my sins.

I keep picking up pieces that cut into my hands. I'm blinded to the pain, to numb to understand.

No longer a person with a voice of her own. Insignificant and useless, unwanted and alone.

My existence now fading, I'm losing my mind. Starving for attention, no love can I find.

Yet unbroken lies a mirror barely visible to sight. I crawl through the carnage, hold it up to the light.

If I see my reflection, it's proof that I matter.
But instead I let go, the mirror falls and then shatters.

Nothing was there, no image of my face. I'm already forgotten, I've disappeared without a trace.