Woorden: Blind Witness. Bleeding Blades.

The first incision is made,
The knives start to tear your skin.
The blood drips at the end of the blade and you can't go back.
You started to change your life.

Why don't you love yourself?
Your inifinite beauty disappears...

You will never really see yourself in the mirror until you see yourself in someone elses eyes.

You can smash the glass, cut yourself, change the pieces but don't you know your heart will stop someday?