Help

by Broken Soul   Nov 29, 2015


She is broken like the glass in her mirror
That she stares upon every morning and screams
A single plea from her lips escape
Help me
Oh help me please
I'm slowly drowning
The demons have gotten me

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow, this certainly does pack a vivid and emotional punch.
    I love the simile used for the unnamed girl and the broken mirror.

    All the very best
    Ben

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