TRIGGER WARNING
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This poem is dedicated to a close friend of mine, we share a similar past and present. This is for him.
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Looking into the mirror,
I see him looking back at me.I don't know how he is,
But I know who he is.He is the lust,
The Hate,
That is inside me.He is the scars on my body,.
I know him all to well,He has me under his spell.
After I eat,He tells me to throw up,
Or to not eat at all.If it was a bad day,
He says,
"Hey, it's ok.
Pull the blade across the skin,
Let your self-hate in."As hard as I try,
I cannot fight.I see you my friend,
Fake laugh and smile.Trying to make it a while,
I know he holds you close as well.Me and you are more a like then we think.
Together, we shall defeat him.
Together, we shall escape our Hell.
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Silently Behind Mirrors ©
PoetryPain, Lust, Love, Hatred, Fear. Something everyone has in common. In this collection of poems, you will find how I view the world. And you may find a voice of your own. . . We are all hiding Silently Behind Mirrors. Read with safety as this book doe...