The demon of liquor.
Just a sip of you i am hooked...
Feeling so helpless
Feeling so used...
My parents are stupid,
how can they not see...
A small cry escapes her sweet red lips,
As she cuts deep into her wrist...
When I was younger,
I learnt the lesson well...
It's just another scar to the heart
Another bloody remark to the soul...
The pain inside
it makes me scream...
Mirror, mirror of shattered glass
Here we go again, back to the past...
Look into my world and see through my reflection,
I'm caught in a bind where I face self-deception...
She's only fourteen.
And yet she's seen more than most...
Divided; a remnant recollection unhinged
An unaided light settled in a stripe silhouette...
This poem is based on one of the main characters...