What Have I Done?

Standing here, looking, watching, waiting, staring, at my reflection.

What have I done? It's as though I'm seeing my eyes as a stranger does... They're cold, dead, dark, somber.

What have I done? The mark I made sits heavy, heavy on my heart It's ironic actually.

What I have done. It's made me feel again. It's made me see again. I am so like me again.

What I have done. It's beautiful. It's dangerous. It's toxic.

What I have done. I've damaged myself. I'm beyond repair. I'm just out of reach.

What have I done?