A headache, a running nose and teary eyes.
There she was and here I am
We're so similar yet so different

If I forget her face and look at the rest of her, she is perfect.
But when I take a look at her face
Oh boy! Something inside me breaks.

It's pale, she's trying her best to cover it up but the storm of tears in her eyes give it all away.

I want her to have the best of everything, too bad she can't

Her eyes aren't shedding tears, it's blood.
From all the wounds that she has poorly bandaged.
The blood is escaping the bandage and she's too tired to redo it.

You can see her damage
Through her balled fists
And her clenched jaw
And the lump in her throat that she tries to swallow.

Too bad she can't.

I love her
And I try to help her

Too bad I can't

I reach out to hug her
But the mirror shatters
And so does she.