Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty, and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, If I change my hair,
maybe someone will start to care.
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself,
At least I'll be beautiful,
forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist,
will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don't you see?
What you show is ruining me.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoesíaPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
