I remember it like as if it was just a day ago.
Wait, it was only 24 hours ago.
I thought time flies when you're having fun,
Now I'm confused 'cause I haven't seen the sun.
I was walking home when I was abruptly stopped
By a force of some kind, when someone through a rock
It hit me in the head, and pretty hard as well
Knocked unconscious, as the wound begun to swell.
When I woke again
I was not myself
I was some "pretty girl"
Who coul look into the mirror without throwing up
Blonde hair like a waterfall of honey
And eyes like the ocean itself
Lips all plumped up
And my face glowing, sunny
I traced my hand around the reflection on the mirror
The perfect skin. The perfect figure
I then looked at the actual hand and continued looking at it
Until I realized that all it was made of was shit
I cast my eyes on my wrist
And wasn't shocked to see the scars
With tears running down my eyes I looked in the mirror
To find my reflection smiling back at me
With anger bubbling in my body
And heat coming over me
I punched my reflection right in the face
And watched as that smug smile vanished into thin air
I grabbed a sharp piece of glass
And sliced vertically right through my left wrist
I cut and I cut and I cut
Until I was surround by a pool of my own red hot blood
I lay down in my ocean of relief
And let the numbness overtake my body
I gently closed my eyes
It felt good to be able to sleep
All sound completely disappeared
All movement - unseen
With my eyes closed
I never wanted to have to live again
My life had been taken away
All by some "pretty girl"
I was now dead
All because of my own reflection
Of what I could've been?
Or what I am?
Of what I was?
Who knows? Maybe I'll become this wonder woman
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PoetryCold. Warm. Dark. Light. There's no difference when all you feel is numb; that's all I ever feel. The physical pain isn't pain anymore, it's relief. It's the words that hurt - only the words. But what happens when you want to use that blade...
