I look into the tiny piece of glass,
I see something so familiar to me,
I see my face; something Ive always hated
I start to cry,
I take the piece of glass,
I slowly drag it across my skin.
I am not satisfied so I force the glass into my skin.
I see the blood,
This is not something new to me,
I have done this many times before,
I know its wrong but I cant stop.
I wonder if some day I will cut to deep;
Taking my life.
I run my finger around the sharp edges.
I look back into the glass and see my ugly,
Mirror Image
I take the piece of glass,
I slowly drag it across my skin.
--been there, done that, i'm sorry your hurting hun
I run my finger around the sharp edges.
I look back into the glass and see my ugly,
Mirror Image
--like the ending, shows that cutting really didn't fix your problem, your still in the same place, [thats what i got out of it]
I take the piece of glass,
I slowly drag it across my skin.
I am not satisfied so I force the glass into my skin.
I see the blood,
-- your words created images,
excellant work
5/5