Broken

by Tabetha   Feb 24, 2008


As she stands before the mirror
and looks into the glass
the makeup that she wears
hides the secrets of the past
the ways shes been abused
is why she cant decide
should she end it now
or keep it all inside
she sees the pictures in her mind
the worst is saved for last
as she looks down at her fisted hand
and thrusts it though the glass

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  • 16 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Indeed when your broken it seems you want it all to end i can relate to your poem nice one short and sweet 4/5 maybe u can read one of mine.

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