My Happy Ending

by Rachel   Aug 24, 2005


Tearing at my skin
Trying to be perfect
That's all I want
But really I'm moving farther away from the person I want to be
When I look in the mirror
I can't even recognize the face in it
So cold, distant
The pain dances across the looking glass
Trapped, longing to escape
For a way out
I realize that this face belongs to me
And I long to get out of this life
Get out of the agony, suffering, torment
So just give me a gun
And I'll end it all.

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  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    Excellent but dark and sad. Great imagery, short but effective.
    Take care, I enjoy reading you're work!
    luv kt