Looking in the mirror, all alone
This knife in her hand,
Sliding down almost to the bone
Thoughts racing through her mind
They don't see her suffer
They all turn their heads, blind
Memories cut deeper than that knife
Things she can't forget
She cuts again, hoping to end her life
The pain sets in, the tears start to fall
She falls to the ground
She crawls out into the hall
Those memories still stuck in her head
She lays down and starts to cry
unmoving, wishing to be dead
Many hours later, she gets to her feet
still there in that hall
Her heart still pounding its beat
She is ready to face the day with a smile
Laughing and talking
With those cuts still there all the while
Ok, so i am not much of a poet but I tend to write poems every now and then. I get lines in my head and I have to write them down or I go crazy. It just happens. I really like this one though, so I had to share. Feel free to comment and tell me what you think, on any poems I put up here.
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