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What are you waiting for?
The Mirror
Broken glass, broken heart.
Hatred filled eyes.
Gazing into the looking glass,
you're sure there is more,
more than what lies in sight.
You can't take it anymore.
This life you lead has to end.
Throwing yourself into the mirror,
appearing to shatter all possible hope left.
Picking up the shards of life,
picking them up and grasping them tight,
squeezing them, making it hurt so bad,
the razor-sharp edges, just digging into the softness of your hands.
They hurt so bad, but now you can no longer feel,
for they pierced all the nerves in your hands.
Feeling the pain release from your body,
the dark crimson water rushes down.
Your soul that was already slipping away,
finally leaves you in peace.
The juice that flows so nice, so red, so tasteful...
So delicate, so needed,
it's the release you have so longingly needed.
It's finally been found.
It brings the slightest bit of hope.
Smiling with lack of sanity,
laying on the floor,
not even knowing who you are.
Not knowing who you are,
until you zone back into your living Hell,
realizing you were only staring,
gazing into your cold, dark and lonely eyes as the tears rush down.
Just the tales that eyes have told.
