When I look in the mirror.. I see not me.. But a broken person. With a bottle in her hand , three non empty ones on the sside of her.. She takes a deep breath in and chugs the bottle. She opens her eyes.. And see’s that the Mirror is broken.. She cracks another bottle open.. She asked “wanna drink”? So she chugs the bottle again. Only Hoping that the broken mirror will be fixed. She see’s the Bottom half is fixed. the top is still into million of pieces thinking to her self “there’s no way that could be fixed”. Just keeps drinking. Until her body is numb an can’t feel anything… She realized the mirror is fixed. She drunk one more bottle. She asked God for his forgiveness and drunk away.. She stopped opened her eyes and realized.. It is I that is broken. Not anybody else.. Not the mirror.. Me!
Me? I’m 18. I live in Toledo… A city Where neither you Make it out or You die trying to make it out… I’m a female.. I’m Falling in love With out love.. I believe .. Going to write Any and Everything that I feel like is needed or on my mind..