Mirror, Mirror,
Can't you see?
What you show is killing me.
I cannot sleep,
I will not eat,
And all my cuts,
Are never too deep.
Mirror, Mirror,
Can't you see?
All you do is ruin me.
No one cares.
But they all stare.
Wondering why,
All the cats scratches,
Are in a straight line.
Mirror, Mirror,
Can't you see?
My hanging body is what you've done to me.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
