Mirror Image

by Ciao Bella   Nov 22, 2007


I look into the tiny piece of glass,
I see something so familiar to me,
I see my face; something Ive always hated
I start to cry,
I take the piece of glass,
I slowly drag it across my skin.
I am not satisfied so I force the glass into my skin.
I see the blood,
This is not something new to me,
I have done this many times before,
I know its wrong but I cant stop.
I wonder if some day I will cut to deep;
Taking my life.
I run my finger around the sharp edges.
I look back into the glass and see my ugly,
Mirror Image

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  • 15 years ago

    by she

    I take the piece of glass,
    I slowly drag it across my skin.
    --been there, done that, i'm sorry your hurting hun

    I run my finger around the sharp edges.
    I look back into the glass and see my ugly,
    Mirror Image
    --like the ending, shows that cutting really didn't fix your problem, your still in the same place, [thats what i got out of it]

    I take the piece of glass,
    I slowly drag it across my skin.
    I am not satisfied so I force the glass into my skin.
    I see the blood,
    -- your words created images,
    excellant work
    5/5

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