Suicidal Reflection

Crying upon this mirror, I lean on the shoulder that is my own, My hand reaches out touching the reflection of something I hate, Blood drips onto the face, I know is dying, I slit my veins, yet still I feel no pain, Encased with blade, my skin is tainted, Blood falls...it pools around my feet, I stare once more into the eyes I see, My palms crash down upon the falsity, my blade falls in the regret I've spilt, Broken pieces of crimson shards, I Crumple upon all of me, I still see my red reflection, upon every shattered piece, I slowly die with the reflection, of everything I've tried not to be.