She had a beautiful heart,
and a beautiful soul,
a beautiful face.
Just beautiful as a whole.
The problem was,
she cursed the reflection
in the mirror,
never seeing her perfection
that couldn't be clearer.
The hateful words
that drifted through societies air,
caused her to starve,
and swear,
and carve
her wrists.
To stick her finger
down her throat,
as the cut stings linger.
What she didn't know,
was that her fellow peers
envied her though
she soaked in tears.
She hated her self,
each and every night,
she grabbed the blade from her shelf,
promising her skin, it'll be alright.
YOU ARE READING
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...
