A bleak, heartless man stares back at me. His cheeks are sharp and hollow from his short time on this earth, shaped by the drugs he puts into his body. The scars on his face are nothing compared to the ones I know still remain under his shirt. His eyes are tired. So fucking tired. One so red it looks like blood has replaced the white of it. I look like I’m in pain. I don’t recognize the man in the mirror.
