• LOOK at me. Do you see the broken mirror shards pierce my bare feet. Can you FEEL the warm, wet liquid that runs from me. It's trying to escape you know. It runs for escape. Like me. From me. Do you know what it feels like to be terrified of yourself? It's like a demon on your shoulder that shodows your thoughts. ALWAYS there. It sees through your OWN eyes. It thinks the way you do, but differently. Do you SEE me wince every time I blink. It's because I am afraid of my thoughts. No I'm not Emo, Gothic, or Mental in any way. Then why do I think I can hurt myself. I can't. Can I? I will never let go though. You'll know when you see me. You'll know I AM fighting. Fighting this urgh, this pain, and it's satifaction. LOOK at me! It's ALWAYS there! LOOK me God dam it! Really Look.