She looked at the mirror
A broken girl stared back.
It became a little clearer,
It became a little black.
Blade in her hand,
And tears in her eyes.
Her wrists hanging limp,
Waiting to be sliced.
She held the blade to her wrist,
And pulled to the side.
She waited for the relaxing pain,
She waited for the numbing relief.
As the first drop of blood came,
So did the nightmares.
She saw them standing around her,
Laughing at her pain.
Each hit that came,
Pierced her heart more.
Each word that followed,
Killed her much more.
She watched as the blood came,
And flowed down her arm.
People would think she'd cry,
But no, she didn't.
She just smiled,
And welcomed the world of darkness.
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Cluttered minds
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING! A collection of poems dealing with various emotions of a teenager. "Our minds are a bundle of thoughts, random thoughts that fill our mind in a disorganized manner. Nobody can be in control of this, most of the times not even you." ...
