Today I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw
So much that my eyes welled up, and tears started to fall
It wasn't the paleness of my skin, or the pimple making home on my face
It was the anger in my eyes, the way my hands started to shake
I turned away to shower, pushing it down
Nothing good could come of it when no one's around
As I stripped off my clothes my eyes fell to my legs where
On my thighs I have scars, fainter now, but still there
I got in the shower, and slid to the floor
I let myself sob, for a minute, no more
And it wasn't gods name that I chanted on repeat
Begging for an ending, or some sort of relief
But yours, that I muttered, over and over,
Reminding myself that when I stood up, it would all be over
I gave myself five more seconds, but counted to ten
Heaved myself up, and started again.
I stared in the mirror, and wished I saw what you saw
Someone worth meaning, or life, despite all
For a moment I thought I caught a glimpse of that girl
And before she left I turned away;
I don't want to hurt her
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
