She stands there in front of the mirror
Her dark glare cold
Thoughts perfectly in ruin
Believing all that is told
She smiles a fickle smile
Forcing in cries
Mutters to all "I'm fine"
It's just lies
She genuinely hates who she is
Feeling so alone
Wasting yet another day
Her future unknown
She grasps her friendly knife
Not having any care
Blood trickles off of her wrist
No one is aware
She desires to tell the world
It's tearing her apart
With its selfish, lustful hands
Wishing to restart
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poetry"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
