(I know this doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I didn't want to pay for free write lmao. this is an abecedarian about self-harm. warning for triggering topics)

Anguish burns through me like a lit candle, as pain relentlessly flows through my veins the surrounding flesh seems to almost melt away into nothingness

Burning does not last forever though, the wick ends and the candle ceases to burn.

...

Every mirror has a reflection looking back.

The reflections hold truths in who we are.

Although we still look in every reflection for an answer of who we are, as if we don’t know it already.

We all want answers, so why can’t we just look into the reflection looking back...

You’re that girl who always lend her shoulders for other people to cry on. But you’re also that girl who can’t show her true feelings to other people. You’re the one who holds it all together, the one who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders.

People always expect you to always have it together, that’s why it’s hard to show your weakness to others. What other people expect of me, then...

I am a vampire

I can look in the mirror and nothing stares back at me

For I am a vampire and they have no reflection

I am a vampire

I am used to the sight of blood

Though not blood that takes a life but allows for other life to be created

I am a vampire

I crave the dark

My curtains don’t open and I don’t go outside

I am a vampire

Society fears me

With their beliefs and ideologies

That the...

When I look in the mirror, I no longer recognize the reflection staring back at me. This woman is older than I am. The shape of her mouth does not show me joy but criticism. She has hard creases on her forehead and between her eyes. Her once enviable cheekbones have been buried beneath the weight of depression. This woman’s ocean-blue eyes have darkened with time. She traded her porcelain skin for...

There is nothing more comforting than to truly be known and loved.

Sitting here, watching embers dance into the night with my closest friends, I realize how grateful I am for each one of them. These are the people who have seen every angle of me- have shined their light on my every facet, fractalizing themselves throughout my life.

The one on my left- kind, gentle, and true. She loves with a p...

I see my reflection in the things that I hate, i see that reflection making me hate every part of myself. I wish i had a different reflection, a reflection of the things that i know i love deep in my heart… i force my reflection to show things that don’t define me, just to fit in. I can change that reflection of myself every time i am with a different person, i can change that reflection as much a...

Leah and Violet had spent hours getting ready for prom. Every detail had to be perfect. Everything had to assure that all eyes will be on them because they would be making history.

“Hey, babe!” Leah yelled from the bathroom. “Where are your bobby pins?”

“No clue! My mom puts them in a new location every time she uses them. Just look around and see what you can find!”

With compliance, Leah opene...

she wipes the blood off of the blade with the back of her hand, cleaning off her hand with her torn-up dress. she sees her messy hair falling in her face, her eyes outlined by sleek tattoos that one can only notice if they are looking for something there. otherwise, they blend in with her think eyeliner and long lashes, accentuated by her perfectly venomous crimson red lips. she can see herself i...

Before when I finally got home, I’d walk into the bathroom and look at my reflection. I’d notice my perfected fake smile and forced sparkling eyes that show ‘humor’. I’d take a deep breath let go of the forced picture of happiness and perfection. I’d let the tears fall. I would finally let out all of my emotions from that day out and I’d see the broken girl in the mirror.

Now when I go home and ...