Reflection

She slits her wrist.
She drains the blood.
Tears are burning her eyes,
and so begins the flood.

She stares in the mirror,
hating what she sees.
She's crying so hard,
she finally hits her knees.

She struggles to stand,
grasping the walls with her quivering hands.
You feel remorse for her.
Pity too.

She looks back at the mirror.
Shocked, you realize it's you.