She stood in the shadows in complete surrender.
Once a strong spirit; once a contender.
Destroyed; Only pieces remain of her soul.
Constanly devastated she will never be whole.

Her hair was limp and her arms were scarred.
She was broken; covered in those prison bars.

In her hand she held a blade.
She looked so horrified and sad.
Blood fell down her battered arm,
and she dropped the razor blade she had.

She began sobbing; the tears started to pour.
Sobbing grew louder as she fell to the floor.

I wanted to go to her,
but something held me back.
She watched me all the while,
as if I could give her what she lacked.

She became so hysterical she was shaking,
Everything about her left my heart aching.
Her hands went from her side to cover her ears.
I saw the desperation behind her tears.

Her eyes scanned the floor
and once again graced that razor,
She reached for it.
Nothing could faze her.

Then she touched the blade to her arm.
She didn't care that it would bring such harm.

I reached out to her and she to me.
Blood dripped from her first shallow line.
Shocked, I realized that she was a reflection,
and all the misery was mine!