The Reflection.

The Reflection.

A Story by A Risen Heroine.
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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

© 2011 A Risen Heroine.


Author's Note

A Risen Heroine.
Honest oppinion.
Ignore Grammar Problems please.

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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Get over hating yourself; it maybe natural, but trust me, its decidedly unhealthy.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thank you...
And a nice short story btw.
I like it a lot....

Fallen

Posted 13 Years Ago



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