She is like a mirror
She lies to you to keep herself safe...
Bloody scars
& mascara stains...
*Please be kind enough in finishing the poem if...
The tears you shed just a while ago...
Like a mime slowly going through the motions of...
Doing everything that he thinks is right...
Her hands are stained
not with the blood of others...
I'm sitting in my room
With my razor blade...
Not committing but thinking
Considering...
Tears don't make the pain go away
So suck it up and bottle it in...
Life as an outcast
Isn't really that bad...
I walk down these lonely halls
To see you pass me by...
Staring out my window,
laying on my bed...
You will see it in the shadows,
Of mornings early light...