drifting in the mirror,
water still tracing jagged lines
down my chest is
a placebo
a replacement for the tears
that never fall.
shutting my eyes
against the contented
reflection of so much inside,
an afterimage
frozen,
burned into my eyelids,
is an omnipresent flashback
-flashbulbs searing-
of how ironic it is
to bleed, because it
hurts too much to cry...

and the sardonic smile
i leave behind
as i turn from the liquid wall
is all i have left to me,
when the scars inside are
more visible, more painful,
-nonphysical-
and what has finally
done me in.

*claps* Brillant...just..bah that was great :moo:

you know i don't even have to say antything for you to understand how i feel about this.

wow.