A girl standing in the view of a mirror,
A mirror pushing all her insecurities throughout her head,
the way she viewed herself could not have become more clearer,
Feeling shameful and disgraceful, she felt like a fool as she fled,
Temptation to grab every blade near her,
Filling her desolate eyes with dread,
And in a way for a moment she felt a sense of relief as death grew nearer,
She lay next to a series of threads,
Everything in her life growing dearer,
And yet it was all stained red,
And for a moment everything become much clearer,
Than ever, death was up ahead.
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.Hidden in chaos.
Poetry//Poetry// My ears burn from the sound of tangled wires, My translucent eyes reflecting off the glass like wildfires, I desire to close my eyes, And embrace the darkness, the light of which I despise; I'm surrounded by a lifeless shadow. There are m...
