As tears roll down her cheeks she stares at herself in the mirror.
She hates what she sees, what she is.
She wishes she could reach out and choke the person staring back at her.
She wishes she could shatter her reflection, make her disappear forever.
"Why am I doing this? Why can't I stop?", she asks herself.
Her knees buckle and she falls.
Her body quakes and curls.
She holds herself as her body begins to fail her.
She thinks to herself "What have I done?"
She coughs up more blood and wipes her salty tears from her eyes.
Alone.
Uncontrollable.
Sick.
She keeps going and going.
She ignores the pain.
She needs to get rid of the hate.
You don't understand.
You don't know.
She reaches out and carves her message into the side of the wall.
"I am so cold, I am so lost, I am so empty, I am so contaminated, I am so weak. Save me."