To the Mirror With Tears
She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Watching the tears fall from her eyes. She felt like she was invisible, that no one saw her pain. Nor did they care. Her heart had been breaking for so long that she was used to the pain. But every now and then, she felt it. She felt it like the flood waters of a broken dam. Her tears falling, dripping from her face. She looked at her reflection and wondered if it would always feel like this, would her life ever get better than this? Better than standing in front of a mirror, watching her own tears fall from her eyes? Or would it stay the same? Should she be counting the days she survived, waiting for the end?