Shes stares at her reflection
obsession taking over her body
picking at every imperfection
Seeing someone fake staring daggers at her
feeling the sharp shooting pains of discontent
her heart skipping every other beat
She can no longer visually kill herself
she wants the reality, to feel the reality
for her unwanted body to be buried
Smashing her reflection over and over again
letting the sharp edges scratch across her skin
watching the blood drip down her fingers
Gasping for unwanted breath
picking up a sliver of glass
she drags it across her most hated portion of skin
cutting her stomach to pieces
letting the blood stain her fingers
she relishes in the pain of her last breaths
Watching bloody rivers flowing through the carpet
running over shards of deathly sharp glass
turning her tears dry, letting a faint smile slip
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I know its a lot like my others but its kinda a conglomeration(sp?) of a lot of them put together
Written October 21st, 2005
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Thanks for your imput once again, hun. Take care okay?
~Kiersten~ -
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i know how it is to hate the image in the mirror...and be able to see every imperfection and want to fix it. this is a deep poem. Fairwell and goodnight. -
yeah I'll try. Thanks for being so concerned.
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thanks so much... I hope things go okay for you... really, take care k?
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I feel like this so often... I have actually started cutting the parts of my body i hate... so basically I have cuts all over the place. This is such a geat poem, so full of emotion.
Nice write, totally touching.
~Cass~ -
Thank you so much sweetie. I understand how your feeling... there are so many things piling up on you, your about to break right? Well, just know that I understand, and hang in there. Keep living each day, for the hope that tomorrow will be better. You can I M me if you want to talk... arcitect123 thats aim. Take care, and Im glad you liked it! ~kiersten~
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I absolutly love this poem, it made me cry because... I haven't cut in so long but there is so much shit going on at the moment that i know its going to happen anyday now and... I can't even look in the mirror anymore because I hate the image that looks back at me. Great write, really touched me..
~*~Kate~*~
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