My reflection told nothing
Neither did my mirror
The only thing I saw
Were red veins bulging under my cornea
Tears trailing down my eyes
Lips sealed, silently calling for help.
The mirror showed things, I wasn't crying
But I did last night.
- she said to her image as she wiped the mist off the glass.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
