The reflection in the glass staring back at me gave an icy cold glare, numb staring through the cracks which were just manufactured by bruised and bleeding knuckles of a quivering hand. The hand that now reached outward to the mirror pulling between the cracks and selecting a shard before digging the sharp edge into the skin of their wrist and cutting along as blood poured from deep within their fragile skin, whilst tears pushed through their eyes and rolled down their cheeks and falling upon the now open bleeding wound upon their wrist.
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Ryan's Poetic Collection (HEARTBREAK AND HEALING)
PoetryA selection of poetic pieces of writing about emotions.
