Nightfall

She looked through the glass,
The shattered, dull mirror,
At her own reflection that was so broken,
She was so broken.
And her lively blue eyes,
Had faded with that mirror,
Broken with that glass,
Lost in her thoughts.
Mangled brown hair,
She had once cherished so,
Kept nice with her house,
But it was gone too.
Then a figure appeared in that mirror,
Diverted her attention,
Where her lovely self looked back
With a triumphant smirk.
"You've let me win,"
She cackled through sharp teeth,
"Why have you?
See how weak you've become?"
The girl said nothing,
And remained silent,
Staring back at that girl she had once knew,
That self she had once fought.
But she didn't fight back,
And let her take over her life.
No life.