As I Sit On The Broken Mirror With My Blood
I Look Around The Room
Just To See What This Putrid Life Has Brought Me
As I Stand Up On The Broken Mirror
It Cuts My Weak Skin
But I Don’t Care I Have Just Realized
Realized That There Was No Door Out Of This Room
After All This Time In The Darkness, And The Hate
I Sit Down And Continue To Cry And Bleed
As I Start To Get Dizzy
Finally I Think Its Time To Leave This Cruel World
But For My Time No One Cares
For I Am Just A Bug To Every One
No One Shall Care Where I Go
And What Has Happened To Me
I Shall Leave This World
Just To Get Swallowed Into Darkness And Hate…
Till The End Of Time…
My Time Has Come
I Live In This Darkness And Hatred That Every1 Has Felt
But For Me This Is Just The Begging...
Some people only read 1 out of the number 10's and then they dont understand idk how people can be so dumb so read 10, 10-2, and 10-3 to appreciate the full meaning of these poems
