Watching the reflections in the mirror
It shows the person inside
Bruised and broken, shattered inside
Blood dripping from abused wrists
Finger on the trigger taking aim
As tears fall from tired eyes
The reflection waves away
To reveal a different fate
The picture coming into focus
Reveals an older girl
Dressed, draped in black
But radiating new life, light
A half smile cast upon her lips
Startled by the image
The hand of Death releases his grip
The clank of metal echoing through the room
Bloody hands reach for the mirror
Hovering just out of touch
Fearful of loosing the revelation inside
The revelation, noticing her former self near
Steps away, no longer able to stay
And her image fades away
The girl shaken to the core
Looks at the mirror once more
Seeing the crimes she committed against herself
Both inside and out
Enlightened by the apparition
She picks up her blades
And throws them away
Picking up the gun, heavy and cold
She locks it away
Revelations etched upon a new heart
She seizes her chance for a new start
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PuisiA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
