She’s the only thing that sticks with me,
She’s the only things that can truly see
She’s the only one who know’s how it feels
She’s the only one who never seems to be scared of me.
She’s the only it, who can never leave.
Where is she? Who is she?
she’s in the mirror, She is me.
She’s a reflection, that never tends to smile
She’s an image, that only a mirror can clearly see.
If she could, she would certainly leave
If she could, she would turn blind, optionally.
If she could, she would fight back against the pain.
She is scared, but doesn’t show, the fright she gained for me.
She wants, she does, she slyly escapes from me.
Every cut, every opening, she seeps out, trying to leave.
She lost her faith in me. Her reflection fades, as part of her dies
Since we are the same, she is me, I am her.
She starts to painfully cry, as we slowly die.