Poem -
Mirror
I see those
dark circles, tired eyes
I hear those
unwelcome thoughts, taunting vioces
I smell those
rotting flowers, dead soul
I taste those
cracked lips, fresh blood
I feel those
cut wrists, tender scars
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Comments
I like this. And I know how this feels