Invisible Scar Poem by Nicole Nieder

My hands grip the edges of the sink as I pull my head up to look in the mirror. An image stares back at me, but I don't recognize it. Her makeup a mess, mascara running down her face, eyes bloodshot red. Why is God keeping me in this forsaken place? My happiness is gone and it's not coming back. No one seems to notice. It's like my emotions are invisible to them. My heart continues to feel full of pain. I'm left alone to deal with the fact that I'm still waking up day after day. It get's harder. But I can make it all end. With just a slit of my wrists, maybe a handful of pills from the cabinet, or that hand gun in my parents' dresser. I don't need or even want to see another tomorrow. Nobody would care or even miss me for that matter. But I sure as hell wish they would.