I loved her,
The girl in the mirror.
But I soon began to hate,
When her smile started to fade.
I loved her,
The girl in the mirror.
Until she slit her wrist,
And loved every ounce of pain.
I loved her,
The girl in the mirror.
But one day she put a gun to her head,
And pulled the trigger.
I loved her,
The girl in the mirror.
But no one else did,
And now she is dead,
A bullet to her brain.
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A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
