A million tears fall upon a mirror.

The red blood tears smear across the smooth glass.

She looks sorrowfully down into the mirror, hating who she has become.

Her life no longer her dreams.

Her life merely a nightmare every time she wakes.

She takes a breath & screams aloud to relieve the pain inside.

She has hidden behind a fake smile of laughter and foul language.

Isolation now her only friend, she begs for her prison’s sympathy.

A prisoner in her own soul.

She laughs forth to make you think she is fine as a demoness smiles at the surface.

She wants to take control & rip out your heart & laugh as blood taints her hands.

Tries to keep the demoness with brown hair & dark hazel eyes back, her gentle nature looses.

Inferno, she jumps forth to claim the abused heart, mock you happily at the pain she has caused. All she can do is look as the demoness destroys all she loves so dearly.

She has no strength to fight anymore.

Nor does she care to fight her anymore.

She hates fighting and now she speaks her poison to you.

Only when she regains her true self, she tries to comfort.

She watches as you turn away and deny her.

She only knows that you hate her and she wishes herself to die.

She screams again as her tears hit the mirror.

She slams her fists into the glass.

The mirror shatters from under her.

She falls into the darkness within.

Words she said in the note take turns taking a razor to her flesh.

She feels chains loop about her ankles & neck.

She tries to plead for someone to help her.

Everyone so blinded by her foolishness, ignores her.

She cries harder as the wounds coat her flesh crimson.

She pleads to her beloved to hold her.

Yet when he tries he is yanked away, scolded for even touching the forsaken.

She has been forsaken again.

She has fallen broken once more.

She lays down in the darkness, crying.

She curls into a ball of bare crimson flesh.

Her tears soon become silent, as she knows she is alone.

No use having sound to tears if no one will save you.

These are her words of death.

She waits as she lay there, feeling cold seep into her.

Her heart slows.

Her breathing shallows.

She closes her eyes.

She can fight no more.

Lashed.

Forsaken.

Hated.

Fearful.

She lay as a black cloaked figure stands before her.

A dark shadow of voice calls her name.

She feels her body freeze.

She feels her lungs & heart quit.

Forever broken.

Forever useless.

Forever dead.

She is the shattered mirror now.

The figure carries her to a river.

He tosses her in.

She looks up to see the hood removed.

It was you who sent her to her death.

She has drown in our tears.

She tries to cry out forgiveness.

But she falls into darkness.

She turns around to hear final words.

I hate you, goodbye, you broke me first, so I broke you.

Then silence before a whisper in her ear takes her shattered soul.

Welcome to Purgatory, your eternal hell.

She lowers her head, knowing she will never rest in peace.

R.I.P to the Shattered Soul of a Forsaken Girl Regards of All Who Loved Her & She Destroyed.

2012 unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy