And you look in the mirror, and you stretch the skin on your cheekbones; watch as your fingers pull your eyes from shape to shape to shape. And you tell that person staring back at you, with sharp cheekbones and dull dead eyes, you say to that person you dont have to die you don't have to die it's going to get better it's going to heal you don't have to die And you turn away from the mirror, and drop your hands.
Amenah