A mirror shattered
A heart left tattered
A life hangs by a thread
A young girl wishing herself dead
Her heart is at war with her mind
She doesn't know why they continually stab her from behind
Her blood runs cold
She is more broken than the naked eye can behold
She is afraid that her soul
May turn to a lump of coal
If she doesn't find herself soon
She might have to reach for the man behind the moon
But not even he can help her
Cold down to the bone no matter who loves her
She look into a broken mirror
Staring at herself through the cracks
On the inside she cries out in terror
Because she thinks, her appearance lacks
She is stick thin
But she still pulls her stomach in
She want s to be skin on bone
Etching holes into her spirit with the knife she honed
On the edges of her soul
Where her heart should be there is a gaping hole
She wants to make herself less than she already is
Because maybe than she will be good enough to finallybe called his.
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
