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tears of glass
i sit here staring at her,
 she lay's on the hospital bed,
 on it's starched white sheets, 
 i stare and think how could this happen?
 she lay's so lifeless, when she used to
 radiate with life. she uesed to smile
 and laugh at the smallest things,
 now she can barley crack a smile. 
 
 she lacks the energy to do the
 smallest simplest things.
 she can barley pull herselg up
 off the bed and take the few 
 small steps to the bathroom
 yo relieve herself. the girl in
 front of me is not who 
 she  used to be.
 
 lifeless, like a corpse, she
 lays there in front of me. her skin
 transparent, thin is pulled tight 
 and taunt over her bones, it is 
 the pale purplish-gray you'd see
 on a corpse. all around her eyes 
 is sunken in and deeply bruised 
 dark purple. there is no meat to 
 her bones. even her hair seems dead.
 
 it lies around her head in dull, greasy,
 tangled wads. you can rarley shower 
 or brush your hair when you lack
 energy and have an IV in your arm.
 her eyes are the only part of her 
 where you can still see life.
 
 her eyes still shine with life,
 dispite her body, glazed over 
 by all the glass tears that fell
 from them. she used to cry all the
 time. she cried tears of hot burning
 glass as she cursed her life, and God.
 she was young, just begging her life,
 and He burdens her with this?  
 
 months later she cried tears of
 cold burning broken glass, of
 acceptance and fear. she gave up
 on her life and was scared of what 
 her death would bring. she didn't die,
 she made it through, but she never
 fully recovered.
 
 as i sit here staring at her in the mirror,
 her skin is a pale rosy-peach, she has
 meat on her bones and life in her hair,
 but she is stuck between her pasts.
 she sees faint hints of a gril who couldn't
 smile enough, she sees ghosts of a girl
 who would never smile again.
 
 through it all she sees two scars 
 from all her fallen tears. two pale
 streaks from her eyes to her chin,
 so faint no one will see. no one 
 can see, because no one saw her
 tears. i sit here staring at my 
 reflection in the mirror, and think
 who am i now?

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