Mirror, mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.Mirror, mirror, if I change my hair,
maybe someone will start to care?Mirror, mirror, if I starve myself,
will I be beautiful? Screw my health.Mirror, mirror, if I cut my wrist,
will I feel like I exist?Mirror, mirror, don't you see?
What you show is destroying me.10-06-17

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Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]
PoesíaBroken Butterflies Go to bed and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies that tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they have endured. Silver metal shine so bright; scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of that blood t...