I sat down starring at the mirror in front of me, much like my life it was shattered and broken. I continued to stare, uncertain of what else to do. Everything was confusing, it was all too much to handle. I began to pick up the broken pieces, not caring if I cut myself in the process, pain was a constant thing for me, I could barely feel it anymore.
The rain was pounding on the window broke the silence. I walked over and watched the rain hit the pavement, it reminded me of the tears I cried earlier as they hit the floor. It seemed like so much was expected of me, I always tried to make everyone happy pushing my feelings aside for theirs, leaving myself unhappy.
At school i out on a fake smile pretending everything was okay when I honestly felt like everything was falling apart.
Everyday it felt like another piece if the world was being added to my shoulders, and I was slowly being crushed beneath it.