She looked at herself through the liquid glass,
All broken and shattered behind her mask.
She stays strong when others are there,
Only to break down later in despair.
So much hatred, so much disappointment,
That she is just a fragment.
Ashamed of who she is and that she's here,
She looked to a solution, one not so clear.
She knew she wouldn't be missed,
And no one knew of the scars on her wrist.
But she stopped herself and thought,
'Why do I do this' was her afterthought.
She looked at herself with guilt,
She was ruining the life she built.
One, two, three, four,
The scars came more and more.
She went for five, but pulled back,
Everything inside her finally cracked.
Left as a broken soul she looked into the liquid glass,
All broken and shattered behind her mask.
I looked away and disturbed the water,
And stepped away from my own slaughter.
DU LIEST GERADE
Mini Stories
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