This was 2 poems, but I just decided to make it one poem with 2 stanzas
Broken Mirrors
On the wall
I wish I could see anything pretty at all
Broken Mirrors
If I cut my legs
Maybe it will quiet my head
Broken Mirrors
If I starve myself
At least I'll be smaller
Forget my health
Broken Mirrors
If only you could see
I hate the way you look
But it's just me
Broken Mirrors
On the wall
Is there anything pretty at all
Broken Mirrors
If I just don't speak
Maybe they won't notice me
Broken Mirrors
If I scream for help
Will they hear the way I yell
Broken Mirrors
I'm sick inside
Will anything quiet my mind
Broken Mirrors
I want to cry
No one knows what's inside
Broken Mirrors
if only you could see
I hate the way you look,
but it's just me
Part of why I wrote this is I literally got so pissed off my reflection and who I saw that I broke both my make up box mirror and my stand up mirror on two separate occasions.
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Ballad Of The Broken
PuisiJust random thoughts, poems, song lyrics, and some stuff people don't need to hear from me. TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide, self harm, and mental illness
