Within the mirror
I saw my face
My mind began to fill with hate
As I stood there
I begin to cry
So I picked up a blade
and made a fist
Then curved "I loved you" in my wrist
Knowing I was going to die,
My tears began to dry,
A smile began to show
and I waited patiently for me to go
Picturing you in my head
I remembered all the lies you said
So I took my last breath
and wished upon your death.
