IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR

the reflection in front of me has tears 

streaming down tired eyes.

It’s a miserable girl, one who feels so empty 

at a young age. Too young..

It’s me.

A Broken Reflection.

Tiredness formed around my eyes.

I used to think they were filled 

with so much light, so much positivity.

I guess not.

Body is weaker.

I haven’t consumed anything in my body.

Starvation.

Mentality is six feet under the ground.

Where I’ll be rotting.

Soon.

Hopefully, at least. 

Depression.

“Do it…”

Repeats over 

and over and over

in my already  chaotic head. 

It sounds like a crowd in here,

attached to me, echoing off the walls, 

two words in a small space.

Do it,  Do it,  Do it,  Do. It..