I have never seen someone look so sad until I looked into the mirror.
Sadness lurking over one shoulder and misery over the other.

Left with nothing or no one but my own mind's company, I stood there silently staring into the tearful eyes of my reflection.

My arms slowly trickling blood as I stood.

From a silent cry to a hysterical sob, I slid to the floor placing my head in my knees.

No words. Just tears.

What I felt was far past depression.

I didn't want to live anymore, but I couldn't bring myself to the thought of dying.
Either way, I didn't think I had much of a choice.

I am sad.
I am alone.
Forever.

I looked up at my reflection once more and had begun to cry so hard I could barely breathe.

I got up and ran into my reflection screaming and punching at it.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I HATE YOU!"

Blood began racing out of my arms without hesitation at this point.

"I.."