The Mirror to Hell

The mirrors a liar my dear.
Its reflective glass cracked.
A girl stands in front of it.

She’s frowning at the sight.
Her face caked on.
The smile she wears all wrong.

They say she’s a failure.

A bomb waiting to explode.
The blade is her only friend.
She’s ready to color her wrists red.

Ready to be dead.
The road to hell holds a Welcoming sign.
Its bricks paved with good intentions.