She looks into the mirror
Almost as if
She is trying to look into
Herself.
Trying to find answer to
The Questions,
but
All She sees is Her reflection
Her reflection,
The image others see
Just a shell
Not the real Her.
No one understands,
No one cares,
No one loves,
Her
For who she is.
No one knows How She feels,
She keeps it hidden,
Deep
Inside of Her core.
The house is silent,
Mourning Her.
The wind howls outside,
Screaming at Her.
The sky raining
Weeping for Her.
The blade gleams,
Beckoning Her.
She breathes deep
In, Out.
In --------- Out.
Her last breath.
The knife is cold
In Her hand.
She has decided
One last moment.
It plunges deep.
Into Her chest
Into Her Heart,
Almost as if
She is trying to release
What is in Her soul.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem at a very difficult time in my life. I had just broken up with my exboyfriend, and I know many would say it was puppy love, but I'd never felt this way. I was devasted and I have found poetry to be me only release. I am over him now, but I continue to write poetry because it is my savior. I wrote this poem about my thoughts and feelings I had and have still. But fortunately, poetry saved me when no one else could.
Please, e-mail me your thoughts on my poem!
Birth sign: Scorpio
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