Broken Pieces into Pieces

She sat on the bathroom floor with a piece of paper in her hand, blood trickled down her wrists and her eyes cried rivers. Drop by drop by drop, the paper eventually turned red and she stopped crying. The white bathroom tiles took the color red and her wrists looked like road maps to the dark world. As she dance the night away in sorrow she wondered to herself how her life had come to a point so bad that she was clueless as to what to do. Her love life a mess and her family had already fallen apart.

She woke up each morning to the screams and shouts of her parents arguing over the smallest of things. She looked in the mirror only trying to conceal her puffy red eyes so no one could know how much it affected her.