"Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who is the prettiest of them all?"
"Not you my dear, for beauty is within flowers that have been picked, and you are not even near".
"But why?", I cry, as I looked to the floor,
"I might as well not even been here anymore".
"True, so true, you lovely little mess.
Now you have been put to the test.
So grab that blade, swallow those pills.
Once you are gone, they will surely be blessed".