Broken Mirror
I feel my life easing away,
The pain is slowly dying.
The last bit of my anguish,
Is held between my fingers
And a broken mirror.
This mirror who shows me who I truly am,
I am just as broken and bloody
As the cracked reflective glass in my hands.
The darkened stain of dried blood
Stares at me from my clothing.
Wondering why I dye it with such a vile fluid.
Everyone thinks I do it for attention
But I never wanted anyone to know.
Why would I want anyone to know?
I have no one to tell anyway.
Secrets build up until I am overflowing.
My father left us, bleeding from the wallet,
The man I haven't seen since 6.
So my mother took the bottle,
It is her lifeline,
As the sight of blood is mine.
The most beautiful sight,
Is my blood spilling about my ankles and wrists,
My right thigh so torn from the scrapes and cuts,
But people think I own a cat.
No one wants to believe me,
But I could care less,
My life is not for their entertainment.
Just once I want to feel the precious release
For the last time.
Maybe it will be today.
I am not saying goodbye,
Who will even notice I am gone
Author notes
I have never cut and i dont intend to either, and my father never left my mother and i, nor does my mother drink away her pain.
A contest entry
- Lie to Me by Justin.
875 points, ended June 17, 2008, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Again, I'm glad the author notes say what they say.
I never sympathise with self-harm in any way. I think it is hideously selfish and heartless.
'But I could care less,' - sounds like that was meant to be 'couldn't'.
In answer to the final line; everyone.
Another well portrayed poem.
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I think you mean you couldn't care less not you could care less.
You sound like you really mean it. I am glad I read the AN or I would think all this is true. Good write.
Jenny -
That is really good for someone who doesn't do that kinda stuff i was like wow! it is very visual and a very good write!
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why thank you
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Very good. For none of that being true, you did a good job reflecting it. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow... you bombarded this poem with lies. Awesome!
There was a lot of emotion in this. It seemed like you were speaking from experience.... especially the cat line. It made me think that you had gone through this before, because you planned out an excuse.
On an unrelated note, I have cats... and my friends sometimes ask if I cut myself.... so yeah, I'm on the other end of the spectrum... even though the spectrum is a lie.
Thank you for bleeding for me, and thanks for this entry!
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