The sore eyes staring at the mirror, or perhaps threw the mirror with the black mascara running down her face but don’t worry she is use to this look. With her hand clutching on the side of the sink trying to gain her composer as she tries to catch her breath, the tears crashing down to the bathroom floor, you could almost hear it hit the tiles. The lights flicker with the writing on the wall and the stench of misery, loneliness, depression fills the room like its own kind of smoke.
The dirty mirror plays tricks on her with finger prints, lip stick smudges. It only makes her look ugly. Vision goes blurry from all the crying, mascara, sobbing and wiping her eyes doesn’t exactly help her.
The girls eyes leave the mirror as she hangs her head in disappoint, the memory’s are to much for her, she can still feel the heart breaking still breaking and yet if you listen close enough you can hear the crackle.
Fight the feelings, but she is done fighting, sniffing one, two, three, four, five lines, and not even taking a break. Feelings need to go, they need to disappear, the crackling should stop now, its only a matter of time
VIA: S&SS
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