the mirror mocks
She looks into the glass and sees an ugly thing. A figure with big sad eyes looks back at her. Sad because something this ugly will never be beautiful. Listening to a song that once brought tears to her eyes, seems pointless now. Everything became pointless awhile ago. Trying desperately to force an ounce of meaning into something, anything, to convince herself that there is hope, that there is something worth living for. She's in to far now and cannot find something to hold onto, to pull her out. As if she's fallin into a well, dark, cold, nothing visible to bring hope to her, no rope, no light. No one notice's that she's not there, so no one can help. No one could help if they wanted to, she is difficult and apathetic. Cannot bring herself to care about the things she once loved. "What hope is there?" she calls out. Nothing but an echo answers her. She cannot answer the echoed question for herself, only thinks, there is no hope, no nothing.