As I see her The reflection in the mirror I smashes my fist right to her face Screaming Long for pain Long for love I don’t care about the smashed mirror Everything that matters is you
The mirror is broken into a thousand pieces A thousand shiny pieces There’s a red spot on some of them I feel a deep pain in my hand I scream and gets down on my knees Down on my knees to pick up one of the pieces Slides the broken glass across my arm Looks at the red blood comming from my arm I scream in pain Screams at myself in the pieces The pieces makes it look like I’m broken into pieces as well Well, I am I’m torn I’m broken And about to break down
My fingers are covered in blood as I pick up some pieces where there’s no blood spots on I hear everything the screams, the crashing mirror My friend calling my name How the heck could she know what I was doing? How the heck did she know I was here? Well it’s too late to hide She’s standing in the doorway Looking at me Well actually staring at my hand The pieces And the big blood spot on the floor
She looks at my face all nervously The pity in her eyes is easy to see She wants me to get help I just can’t move I’m feeling dizzy Everything’s spinning around I can’t think clear I can’t see clear I’ve lost way too much blood Too much love and too many friends to survive
I wrote this because I feel hatred of myself.
I hate and regret what I have done.
I wish someone had stopped me.
I'd promise Fallen I wouldn't do it again, and I'm going to keep that promise.
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Those promises are the hard to make sometimes, but they are worth it. I know the pain and agony you feel, and the hideous creature you see in the mirror. But that hideous creature has been killed now. It might try to come back, but remember it is only a ghost now.
You are not alone, in feeling self-hatred. I am 41 years old and still have very nasty bouts of it, usually triggered by traumatic moments in my own life. Although, I do not cut myself, physically, rather mentally, which has in the past, led to several suicide attempts, on my part. I know, it is none of my business, but I hope you, A Fallen Heroine are seeking help, in way to counter these dark and dangerous thoughts. And that this poem, has provided you, with a safe outlet for these dark thoughts.
You're not alone. I've done this before, alittle too much if you ask me. And hatred for myself? *shakes head* i'm obessed with hating myself because I don't believe in love...unless for another person.