Mirror

I look at the blue and green,

Wondering why you look so pale,

Everyday I have to watch you cut.

The silver metal slashes across your wrist

Creating new memories and new reminders.

The red liquid as bright as blood splashes

It hits the floor with a loud splash.

Why do you do this?

What has caused you so much pain?

I look down at wrist

It was identical to the person's in front of me

I look up again

It wasn't another person

I wasn't looking at another person but rather a mirror

The person who used her body as a canvas was never another person

I was the person in the mirror

Reviews

[ApKWrites]

Great poem. I like the emotions that flow out of it and the last line....unforgettable!

[kanyinsola okafor]

Sad emotions very well potrayed

[Emma]

This is very sad and slightly gruesome, but definitely well written.