Tormented

by Jessica Rauen   Jun 15, 2005


I look into the shattered mirror,
I see you behind me,
Watching me bleed,
Do you see what you've done to me?
All those years,
All those times your fist made me bleed,
The times you looked upon my once perfect wrists
To see my open wounds,
I'm broken,
I hope you drown in my tears,
My tears are Crimson,
Silence is what I like,
I hear the rattle,
Time for my beating,
1,2,3..
You pull a piece of metal from a bag,
It looks like a gun,
Is it one?
I'm scared,
You point it at me,
You pull the trigger,
They saw it,
They heard it,
They tried to stop it,
but too late now,
I'm gone.

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