This is a poem of some fanfiction I have been reading. Disclaimer nothing personal to me. Just inspired by this idea. Regina Mills or is it Emma? I'll let you decide.

She sat in front of her mirror.

Watched the tears drip down the planes of her face, too fast to trace.

Like the lines that weren't drawn across skin despite the fact she had the tools to,

when she couldn't take it anymore,

couldn't block them out anymore,

When all they wanted was a picture and She was simply a frame

casting shadows of the piece she could have been, should have been in the end.

But Drips of her tears could have been drips of something else,

that once spilled into the ground she could never get back,

lost moments, lost breath, lost life, lost depth.

A soul closed to the world,

the shattering of a young girl

who once thought maybe it could be different, but it wasn't.

Her eyes stared back but there was no one inside,

no places to hide,

this is no dream this is a nightmare.

Too cold to warm up, Lost heart beats, hold up.

For a moment.

Fear.

The darkness

Clear

Hope

What was that

A thing that is lost when you told me that

I couldn't be saved

Couldn't be worth,

your time

I need you to speak up when you talk

Because the silence is so loud

I can't sleep, can't dream

Can't hear myself

When I scream.

Everyone's tempting me to give in

But if I do, they win.