Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair,
Maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself,
At least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist,
Will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don't you see?
What you show, is ruining me.
~Anonymous~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
