Broken Image

She takes her make-up off
But they're tears all on the cloth
She looks up into the mirror
Hoping that soon it will become clearer

Those icy drops rolling down her face
She wonders if they will even leave a trace
Her hands are shaking and her heart is going fast
She says to herself " I hope this lasts"

She hears him calling for her in the dark of night
She thinks to herself. Is this really right
She looks up and he disappears
At that moment all she feels is fear

She hits the mirror and down it falls
She bangs her head on the wall
She hopes to herself that she will die
But all she can do is cry

She falls on the floor
Reaches over and locks the door
She is tired of being this image of the girl with a broken heart
She tries desperately to stay strong and not fall apart

She lays her head back and looks at the ceiling
Hoping that maybe this cut will give her some feeling
She is tired of the numbness it's making her insane
She needs to feel. She wants to feel the pain

She gets that knife and takes it to her wrist
In just a couple of minutes she will have her bliss
She remembers how she looked in that broken mirror
She is happy that her destiny is nearer

One last cut then she will be free
Everyone now will always see
She was not perfect. All she wanted was to be loved
But no, all she did was get pushed and shoved

She will follow your foot steps and take that fall
She cannot walk so she will crawl
Instantly she falls and is dead
Will you ever wonder what went through her head?

This girl was lost and very confused
All she did was get kicked and bruised
She is now flying in the heavens above
You can see her, she looks just like a white dove

I am finally away from my pain
Please mommy don't go insane
All I wanted was to feel that touch
But I guess that was asking a bit too much

-- kk i haven't really wrote a lot lately. But I started this last night and finished it today. Kind of sums up some complicated things in my life. so honest critique is much appreciated.--