Mirror mirror can't you see
What you show is killing me
Those soft features
And wide hips
Those small shoulders
And large chest
Those new scars aren't there for fun
And tears running along side blood
Mirror mirror can't you see
What you show is killing me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry. Trigger warning for depression, anxiety, and suicide. I try to update and give you one poem daily. Every Friday i post a poem from Erin Hanson. She's one of my favorite poets.
