the mirror

Content/trigger warning: this piece discusses issues on negative self-image and depression. If this triggers you, please click off this piece and feel free to browse other pieces on this chapter's site. Please practice self-care, and never forget that you are not alone.

 

it breathes, it breathes, it's alive!

oh, praise the lord, our bringer of misery!

as long as it's alive, it can feel

it'll spit in your face and make you its bitch.

tell me what i want to hear, oh, magnificent one!

tell me that i'm not worth it, that i'm a mess,

that i'll never find love, that i'll always be alone!

fuckyou, fuckyou, fuckyou, damnyoutohell!

damn you for breathing, damn you for sensing my emotions!

oh, praise the lord, our bringer of despair!

how dare you do this to me, you wretched being?!

i hope you shatter, i hope you shatter

i hope someone stomps on you like you did to me!

damn you for breathing, damn you for existing,

damn you for not being there for me,

damn you for draining me of so much happiness.

i would be better off without you, but i'm such a narcissist.