I look in the mirror
and I want to vomit,
for the first time.
I see all the ugliness
that I''ve tried to hide!
So I break the mirror
and burn it down
the flames burn like my soul;
that's if, I even have one!
I take the razor
and remind myself
why I never asked for help.
this reminder should last
longer then the last one
the blood forms a puddle
in which;
I can see a new image
it reflects my dying hope;
that's if I even have some! |
Submission Name: Hope
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