Punching that mirror

A certain poem reminded me of the old me, so basically its really just how I feel when Im reminded about this past

 Blood over my hands

Tears in my red eyes

Can't think of anything wise

Painful memories in my mind

Painful scar on my arm

My bright smile lost its charm

leaving dead and frowning

with painful memories I am drowning

Can't do anything but keep punching

Punching that mirror 

Can't do anything but try to forget

but keep Punching the mirror

Anger and hate for self

Cant keep those feelings on the old shelf

Heart punding in my ears

Finally lost it and in tears

I sigh and look at my relfection

each little shred looking back at me

trying to tell me, trying to let me see

That Im not that old little girl who kept crying alone

trying to tell me Im not another depression clone

of these people who try to cut their sorrow away

cut,cut,cut until the sway

I sigh and in that bathroom I stay

Until that mirror is punched off and away

 

Author's Note

very anger filled, dont know, you commet

Reviews

[Dominic Rosales]

very dark, and is kind of sad to read. but in a weird way, it was hard to read and enjoy because of the sorrow feeling. Otherwise I really enjoyed this and will read it again.