Poem -
Broken Mirror
I sit here in the corner of this empty room
Thinking
Maybe it'd be better
If I just awaited my doom
Even when I think,
About cutting myself fucked
I see the therapist and feel like an oyster
being shucked
I grab a piece of wood
And cut deeper than I should
What have I done?
I really want to run
Instead, I stand in front of the mirror
And bash my in it
Trying to see someone worth while
But all I really see
Are broken pieces of who I used to be
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Hi Aurora, writing this is a better vice than watching your reflection bleed, please do this from now on instead. Your battle in the mirror is well heard here. And your fourteenth line did you mean to say and bash my head in it, im pretty sure thats it. Well done keep writing.
Wow Aurora this is so powerful and I trully love the picture you chose to symbolises this most powerful poem I mean this poem is so moving and personal that it's relatable and intriguing and captivating thank you for sharing :D
-giving up doesnt always mean ur weak. sometimes it just means your strong enough to let go.
~ a wise man
Thanks. I appreciate that