Reflection in a Mirror

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Trigger warning: contains suicide and murder and depression.

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The gun I stole
The girl I killed
In her head a hole
Her body stilled

She wanted me to
Make her drop dead
They forced me to
Fill her with lead

Her life too hard
For her to take
Each way barred
It grew an ache

Till she gave up
She had to go
I spilled her cup
Ended the show

Someone died
Because of me
She had tried
And now she's free

Sorrowed friends,
Parents, pets
When life ends
In stone it sets

No going back
I killed the girl
Dead bodies stack
Fate's plans unfurl

Look in the mirror
See a face
Try to cure her
Finished race

Regret fills me
Please turn around
What's done is done
I make no sound

The gun I stole
The girl I killed
In my head a hole
My body stilled

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If you don't understand the title, this is basically what I was thinking. It's about a girl who kills herself. She's laying in front of a mirror, looking at herself dead and regretting what she did. But she sees there's no going back.

It's sad, but also true too many times. Someone who kills themself only brings about sorrow for those around them.

I write about what I care about. My heart hurts for anyone who has committed suicide or wants to commit suicide.

God bless you all. :)

If you're contemplating suicide, do this for me. Before you do, look in the mirror. Stay there looking at yourself until you can see something you like. If it takes three seconds or eight hours. Maybe your eyes are pretty, or you like how that shirt looks on you. Once you find something, think about it a lot. Think about how the world will lose that. Then walk away from suicide for one day. Keep thinking about that one thing. If you still want to commit suicide, go back to the mirror the next day. Find something else you like. Did someone compliment your shoes? Your smile? Think about that. As long as you can find something good about yourself (keep looking in the mirror each day), don't kill yourself. Remember that you're worth having in the world. I promise there is someone who loves you, and if there isn't anyone, there is someone. And if that someone doesn't exist, there is someone else. And if you think my promise is broken, PM me and I will find someone. There is always someone who will cry if you die. So don't die. <3

Stay alive. |-/

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