She
She thinks that
she is nothing more
than a waste
of pure life
Through the broken mirror
she glares in disgust
at the reflecting
abomination
She hates how
she feels this way
about her own self
all the time
Blood stains her skin
shame crosses her heart
the tears fall down
her beautiful face
she is nothing more
than a waste
of pure life
Through the broken mirror
she glares in disgust
at the reflecting
abomination
She hates how
she feels this way
about her own self
all the time
Blood stains her skin
shame crosses her heart
the tears fall down
her beautiful face