She looks at the mirror,
disgusted and pained,
to know whats become of it,
the fire and aim.
the scars on her skin reminds her,
she bleeds red,
she's wasted and mistaken,
and doesn't remember her name.
She stares at the razor,
pained to put it down,
that's her new best friend,
and she needs it right now,
She's wasted and mistaken,
and doesn't remember her name.
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Meaningful Poems
Teen FictionDeep, thoughtful poems that I either write myself, or give credit, of course.
