Mirrors

The corner of my mouth is throbbing and I really, really just want to rip that entire part of my face off right now... seriously I just want to burry my nails in my face and yank them down as fast and hard as I can, I want to hurt myself. I want to look into this mirror and see my blood. I want to hurt myself. And for some reason this storm is making the urge a thousand times stronger then what it usually is... How did I get to this point? how did I become this disgusting shell of a human. Am I still human? do I qualify? no.. I don't. how did this happen to me... why am I standing here staring into the eyes of this thing. These eyes.. the corners torn... bloodshot... how can the still see? My eyes. The mouth... dry and cracked... a cut curving downwards from the right... is that what so annoyingly hurts? yes, I believe it is. that hand slowing being raised to my face, it's mine, isn't it? Nails jagged and caked in dirt. fingers trembling, wrist covered in scars. yeah.. that's mine. I remember those scars. why.. why am I trying to pull my skin off? why am I ripping my own body apart? why can't I feel it? why can't I stop myself? what am I doing? why am I enjoying it? why am I grinning so crazily while blood drips from my mouth? why... what am I? those lips. they're moving.. saying something in a foreign voice... what is it... what are they saying?

"Monster."