screeching pulsing pressure through the glass.
finger marks smooth against the cold cool mirror
his eyes stare into the other side of his own
confused and lost, the reflection cries slowly.
louder and louder it grows like a vine up a vacant house
mouth bleeds with transparent blood and tears.
the tongue cuts itself with a blade unknown to the man
the cries get even louder, seeming to now be screaming in agony
gone gone gone
now free from this bone jail, the run for safety to the depressed reflection
they mark and make it feel more safe
the cries stop
the booming silence takes over the two sides
the man walks away, leaving the reflection with emptiness and enemies
YOU ARE READING
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Poezjai made this when i was fighting my depression alone. i now am much healthier, and have grown a lot since this. i'm keeping this up for myself. to remind me of how far i've come in this journey that is my mental health.
