Broken mirror

I knew there was something wrong; I felt it deep in the pit of my stomach. I choose to ignore the niggling fear that was penetrating through my veins. You were quiet from the moment you came home, no eye contact, no polite conversation that usually drifts around our kitchen. Your eyes had no hope in them as if life had suddenly taken hold of your soul and was slowly tormenting it away.

So when you took your tired dreary body off to bed at 7pm I felt you needed time, space to recharge your mind from the worries of our life. I couldn’t just leave you thou, it wasn’t in my nature, I needed to know what was on your mind. So as I marched up the stairs with the anger building up inside, me, wondering what I had done wrong to deserve such cruel punishment, the silence the moody looks, and as I rummaged through my thoughts for an explanation I wasn’t prepaid for what was beyond the closed bedroom door.

You where laid there pale, surrounded by empty packets of my medicine your soulless eyes blurry and red with fear. Time didn’t seem to exist in that moment, my life stood dead in its tracks. I picked up the empty packets of pills and looked at you with confusion did you really just do this? I thought in panic. My confusion was turning into anger, questions where running through my head but know words came out of my mouth. For half a second I wished I never came in, left you to wallow in your own vomit the selfish act you had tried to achieve would be successful for you, sod the consequences for me you didn’t care you were to busy being wrapped up in your own duvet of sorrow to even consider me.
Fortunately for you the anger soon passed and I took hold of your life as I have done for many years. My soft words and solution to our problems put the missing spark back in your eyes, and as the days pass, your soul is getting stronger and the darkness seems to being lifting from your mind. But unfortunately that pains has to go some where and has now sketched itself over to my soul as I have absorbed all your negative energy and im your view from the broken mirror.