dear mirror
i do not like what i see when
i look at you
can't you show me
an image so pretty and so
beautiful
of a girl with
bright eyes
and a happy smile
so i don't
actually have to feel
the urge of
throwing up
everytime i meet
your eyes
because dear mirror
don't you see that
what you show me
is killing me
YOU ARE READING
a piece of my heart
Poeziethese are words i will never be able to speak out loud my violent thoughts about loneliness and love, two different feelings that leave the same burning pain this is, a piece of my heart
