She looks in the mirror but she does not see herself, she doesn't recognize herself, she sees a woman of
broken spirits and a drunken mind, one who searches for the satisfaction of the end, a woman
of apathy, eyes that don't see, but eyes that forget.
This woman longs for the end, but is never given that luxury and is
instead stuck with what feels like an eternity of ...blackened and broken hearts, so
heavy they sink her along with everyone she cares for, or once cared for. Longing for the end she searches the depths of her mind, attempting to find what seems as the brighter side of her unavoidable demise. But all her efforts are in vain, frowned upon by friends, family, and the tangled mass of society, she now has a sense of pity, as she now fully comprehends this task at hand many call life, she pities those less fortunate and whom cannot see what is now brightly blinding right before is her.

She now lies dormant...