She has finally decided to leave this world drowned her with pain and expectations, The world that gave her so much self hate that she hated she was alive. She was alive, she was happy, she was confident, she was herself. But a boy made her not herself, a boy made her not herself, a boy made her sad, a boy made her unconfident, a boy made her dead. This boy was a new boy, a boy that you would call hot and popular. She saw that boy and that boy saw her. That boy took her to unfamiliar party’s to places she would never go. But these places were his places so she made them her places, she made his habits her habits, these habits broke her. The boy often had alcoholic drinks so she often had alcoholic drinks, she had to many drinks to many times and he lashed out. Blaming her for their problems, blaming her for the misfortune of being together, blaming her for not being enough. She used to be enough, she thought of herself as enough but was she enough. That boy met another girl a girl that was friends with her a friends who helped helped her be the person she was but that friend was not helping. She was now not her she was her that she didn’t want. She sat in silence thinking about her about she has down and what she hasn’t. But she has that mirror thot broken mirror. Broken mirror are bad like even if it’s just a chip . She in her drunken state now blames the mirror but mirror does not blame her. She saw that chip and she made another chip and another and another and another till chip become a crack that could be taken out. She was mesmerized by the sharp and shiny edges and then she saw her reflection a reflection she now hated a reflection she never wanted to see again she had it I her hand and not think much of it she plunged that shard in her chest and her body stumbles to the floor her chest heaves terror as she has realized what she has done but it was too late. I her older brother had to find my sister lying dead on the floor all because of that boy that boy that cried at funeral he should have never been at and the girl the sat straight faced probably thinking of what she could do to make this about her and then there was me watching as they cried. And all they could do was cry.