I hate it so much.
I punch it and it shatters into a million pieces.
I slowly clean up the mess.
I grab a piece a slit my wrist.
There's one cut for who everybody who hurt me.
I end up dyeing because of that stupid mirror.
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My thoughts
PoetryI don't do anything that I write in my poems they are for the people are going through depression and thinking about suicide. Some of the poems are about my feelings and thoughts.
