MY POEMS

I see my reflection on my mirror,
Except, that is not me.
It's what has remained from my previous self.

Now without any hope for salvation, without any trace of humanity left in me, I draw the knife closer to my chest.

My heart pounds quickly, desperately, longing to finally stop beating once and for all.

The knife approaches my sternum,
Bloodthirsty as if it had its own feelings,
They opened my third eye,
However, it's about time I closed it forever.

A.M.M