She screamed at the mirror clawing her face
"QUIT LYING TO ME"
She raised her small and boney fist
She smashed it
Then sank to the floor disheveled
Her fist bleeding
She laid on the floor weeping
She grabbed the bottle
She twisted the lid
She stared at its contents
Memories flashed before her eyes
She threw the bottle
The pills scattering on the floor
She stood looking into the now broken mirror
She opened the door turning for one last look at the broken mirror
A reflection of herself
Then left the room
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetrySo you've clicked on my book. thank you, it's my poetry, it's basically all sad because poetry is how I vent, if you love poetry take a read, my poems aren't too long. HAVE A WONDERFUL LIFE <3 P.S. My poems will probably be changing because I found...
