THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all?" " Not you"
I stand in front of the mirror as it tells the truth I don't want to hear. A single tear slides down my face.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the thinnest of them all?"
"certainly not you. You're a fatty." it laughs at me.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall will I ever be enough?"
"No!"
I scream and cry, looking at the broken, ugly girl in the mirror.
this isn't me, not the girl I want to be. But it is.
"Mirror,Mirror on the wall, how do I end this?" I whisper.
"You know what to do" it says quietly.
I do know what do. I grab my blade and sit in the tub.
I hold the shiny, sharp metal on my wrist.
"C'mon, go ahead, do it!" the mirror persuades.
So I pull it across my wrist.
"Again."the mirror eagerly pleads.
so I do, I keep pulling the blade across my wrist until I'm sitting in a pile of my own blood.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, are you happy now?" I ask taking my last breath.
"Yes." The mirror whispers.
YOU ARE READING
melancholy ;; poems & shit
Randomsome poems from D and M <3 lyrics copy and pasted from azlyrics