Broken glass on the floor,
soul aching to the core,
blood streaming down her arms,
as tears race down her face,
her life being nothing but a waste.
Heart shattered into pieces,
life flashing before her eyes,
mind swimming with questions asking why.
A sharpened blade at her fingertips,
deaths shadow dancing along the walls,
haunted ghosts guarding the silent halls.
Clock ticking,
each second growing fast,
One...
Two...
Three...
That girl is just a memory.
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Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
