Mirror Mirror On the Wall whoes the Saddest of them all?

when the sun goes down and the artwork on her face
runs off into the bloodied sink
staring at the reflection of the blank canvas
through the shattered mirror
a million pieces of empty
kind of like her, except without a heartbeat
well, almost

and she holds a butcher knife
instead of a best friends hand to help her through
and presses down on her lip to draw blood
then curses herself for what shes done

and she sets up a tea party of her stuffed toys
and reminises about the day, she'll be with a boy
and paints pretty pictures on her arms
with razorblades over old fashioned scars

her cigarette burns glitter like diamonds
amongst her skinny legs
a moment in the spotlight, a moment she'll forget

dancing is not so fun all alone
with the company of your reflection
glaring back at you, staring back at you

and she gazes at her reflection
and watches at it laughs
'well i laugh with you too!' she screams
'i kill myself before i ever become you'