It like a knife that cuts you. You can stop the blood but you choose not to. You give up and you lose all hope. That hope you had is now dead like a animal on highway. You can't find that hope because its so lost deep down you can reach it. But its there somewhere. But you still have that cut that wont stop bleeding. You can put a band aid on it but it wont heal. You can stitch it up but it wont close. All because you lost hope.

To regain that hope you need to look at yourself and try to find your mind. But you cant look at yourself because your mirror is broken. the image from the mirror is the monster that you are. But your still standing with that cut. You still have that choice to find that hope. But hope is still lost to you. Its a word you cant remember. You fall to the floor because you lost so much blood. You still haven't found hope yet. You start to cry. The tears form a pool that shows your refection. You see yourself the way you used to be.

You are minutes away from death. Then you suddenly find a cure. You close your eyes and you search for the hope that is in your soul. You open your eyes. you look at the cut. It stops bleeding. You get up from the floor. Your weak and nimble but your alive. You stare at the cut and its already healing. You look at the once broken mirror. You can see your refection. But its changed. You can see your true self. The way you used to be. You feel like you were touched by something angelic. Like God himself gave you a reason to live.

But there is still something wrong with you. Your once beating heart is now dark and cold. you are still living but not mentally. But how can you fix your heart? You spend days looking for the information. You start to go insane. You throw things around. You start to draw pictures in the wall. Pictures that symbolize the one piece you cant find to make your being whole. You still search around the world. You spend so much time looking for that one piece. One day you go home. You find that your kids are all grown up and your wife is waiting for you . You stare at you kids. You start to feel this pounding in your chest. You look at the mirror one more time and you find that last missing piece. Your family. You are now healed you spent so much time to find that one piece. But you had it all along. You look at the sky. You think to yourself. Then you look at your kids. They are playing in the yard. You go outside and you join them.

The end