every time i look at these scars
the vivid memory of what happened comes flashing back
it feels surreal—a bad dream perhaps
but these tiny scars says otherwise
i did it without thinking
my anger put this fist on that mirror
the deafening sharp sound filled the room
while my heart beating so fast
as its pieces fell on the floor
i fell apart
i didn't felt any thing
just my outburst rage
but when the blood started to flow
i started to cry like a scared little gal
not because it hurts
but because, surprisingly, the pain doesn't hurt me at all
before this even happened
i always wondered what is my biggest fear
unexpectedly i got a bizarre one
i'm terrified to get numb
i'm terrified my eyes became so dead—so empty
i'm terrified my warm heart get cold
i'm terrified to look at the people i love and see nothing but painful mem'ries
i'm terrified to lose affection and compassion and everything to make me feel human
i'm terrified to look myself on mirrors;
on someone else's eyes
and see nothing but a girl
a girl without a soul