everytime he looks in the mirror, its as if he sees the devil himself. his eyes scoured along his body, he looked so.. ugly in his eyes. anyone else could tell him otherwise and its as if the words just float right through him.

he stared in the mirror, only wearing his pajama bottoms. bottles and bottles of pills around the sink, the mirror half cracked. empty bottles on the floor. the house was always a mess, he never worked. he only lazed around at home.