I just broke the mirror as i stood in front of it screaming for help. My actions were to take the Sharp edges and trace patterns on my wrists as the blood drips. I finally feel relaxed. i finally feel ready for happiness. I finally feel positive about the outcome
As you come and notice the broken glass you seemingly search for me to ask what have i done. When you see me sitting in the corner you ask with a simple " what happened to the mirror ?" I turn to you
Showing you my new artwork showing you what i have done, what everyone thought i was over
Are you proud of me now ?
Are you happy to see your baby boy half way dead?
Are you concerned for me yet?
Have i failed you again?
I didn't wanna make you sad, i don't wanna continue to drag you deeper in the hole with me. You were the Angel that once saved me but i kept you down and made you hurt.
I deserve to be drug around on the dirt and i couldn't be saved with in the church.
Look at me now are you proud ?
Look at me now your precious baby boy almost dead
Look at me now are you even proud ?
Please don't leave me i haven't even showed my masterpiece
Its unfinished but with this Sharp piece glass I'm surely going to pass.
Please don't hate me for breaking the mirror
I promise i added it into my punishment
Please let me know before the blood is all gone
Are you proud of me ?
Are you happy to see me dead?
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To think this was all in my head as i lay here passing as dead..
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