for one day of beauty.you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin.shattered by your own reflection.do you recall your own fucking face.she looked so beautiful, fashioned in her own despair.a fitting end to fashion.her source of suicide.beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died... * Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to helps us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.