in the mirror
she found this girl

shes not in a magazine
or a movie

she has saddened eyes deep and hallow
black pits that lead into the soul

ruffled hair and thick brows

and on the arm;
the left
there lies ten scars

some are healed and scabbed...

some are purple and brown,

she tried weeks before
and it hurt like hell

but now;
while listening to Deftones she was somewhat possessed
and senile

dropplets seemed to smile as they fell,
parts of her soul escaping
screaming.

she laughed and cried at the same time

harder with each slice.

salty tears and crimson blood
like acid when mixed

But now not even a razor can heal,
nor aphrodisiac.

i want to live,
i want to peel the illusion off the mirror and find the real me
the real Amber
because we all know
itchy scars dont heal...