The mirror

Into the mirror I look
Trying to catch a glimpse of what I used to be
Though it may be of no use to me
Into the mirror I look

Into the mirror I look
Trying to catch a glimpse of what I used to be
Though it may be of no use to me
Into the mirror I look

In the mirror I see
A mockery of an innocent little boy
Who had by chance become some one’s living toy
In the mirror I see

This fucking mirror I break!
Shards of glass scatter all around
I know it is loud but I cant hear a sound
This fucking mirror I break!

And a piece of mirror I pick up
I did not want it to come to this
Slowly, surely now, I slit my wrist
And a piece of mirror I drop

By Darkened Eyes

I'm 15 i live in chicago I love metal and writing poetry.