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I sit here, 
Surrounded by these four walls,
Staring at this mirror again, 
No telling when this madness will end. 
I'm allowed to leave at any point, 
But at this point they might as well lock me in!
There's no point of me being here, 
There's no point of me being out there! 
I fear if I leave now they'll see it as they win, 
Yet I can't stand looking at myself in this mirror! 
Do I let them win and walk out in my disgusting skin, 
Or do I sit in here and repent for my sins?!
Ope, 
Here comes the voices again!
They're not coming from within, 
They're coming from that God forsaken mirror! 
"You're a pathetic alcoholic who craves the attention from men that you'll never get cause you're a grotesque cow wearing human skin!"
"Enough!!" I yell back at it, 
Hitting it with full speed ahead. 
"Don't you think I know that?! I'm tired of it it's the same crap day in and day out! You reminding me of how I'm a piece of crap, it must be funny to you to watch me break down into pieces, begging to die in my sleep, cradling back and forth on my feet crying profusely, taking breaks in between to produce agonising screams to let me out of this cell, well now I'm not the only one in pieces, you're resting in pieces now too!"
Looking at the shattered mirror in front of me, 
I cradle the broken pieces gently. 
It's finally quiet, 
Yet that mirrors words keep echoing violently in my head. 
I decide to let them win another way, 
I decided I'm better off dead. 
I pray a piece of the floorboard up, 
And pull out a silver case. 
I load up my gun, 
That I had just incase and put it to my face. 
I look at the pieces that remaining, 
"See you in hell" I say grimly, 
Unloading 4 bullets in my head.

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