She looks into the mirror,
Used to what she is seeing.
Mascara running down her face,
A broken heart that has no place.
She cries like it's her first,
She screams like its her last.
All trying to just,
Put this heartbreak in the past.
Shes promised herself,
That this was the last time.
But not after everything,
It all happened so fast.
She grabs the red lipstick,
That was on the counter.
Smears it on her lips,
& kisses the mirror.
Then writes right above it:
This face is never happy,
These eyes always cry.
This mouth always screams,
& My lips always lie.
She throws it back down,
And begins to cry more.
She's tired of being hurt,
& Tired of her heart being sore.
She grabs a knife,
And drags it down her arm.
Watching the blood fall,
As it mixes with her tears.
Her heartbeat starts to slow,
& she becomes dizzy.
You were the only one,
Who could keep her focused.
Now the only thing in view,
Is blood & tears everywhere.
She starts to scream again,
Yet no one seems to care.
This is hurting now,
More than ever.
She lifts the knife,
& plunges it into her heart.
As the last thing running through her head was,
In my heart,
Lies this knife.
Once where you used to be,
See how much you meant to me?
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I wrote this out of depression right now. I'm still recovering from heart break. No I do not cut myself though. So please comment & or rate this and tell me how I could improve or compliment it please. thank you.
