Used and mistreated she may be, yet I still let her into my sacred thoughts. No one must know of the times we spend together. Buried underneath a secret that pierces deep into my flesh like a thousand knives, I still keep my head held high as if I am the same as everyone else. It’s as if I have a piece of normal in my life. I leave my house wearing a mask of hope. I create a facade to cover who I truly am. I refuse to let anyone know who I am, except for her.

This pain must end. This heartache must be left behind. No one should have to feel these weights a lug around everywhere I go. There shall never be another soul to feel this sense of losing energy with each step I take. She works like a drug, only covering the flame burning under my skin. I need a true cure that will extinguish the fire inside in order for me to live my life to the fullest.

I caved in, once again, to her promised powers. If only I have noticed that she makes me bleed even more than I did before. It’s so easy to fall into her trap of beauty and the lies told by others who hurt. I now look at her, hopefully for the last time, with tears in my eyes, staring at the bright reflection of her smooth, silver surface of perfection.