A Broken Soul
A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A silver blade against the wrists.
Tears falling down to extra warm lips,
Heart is screaming,
Soon the pain wont exist.
Hold my hand,
Sit with me in silence,
I am not the kind you will ever miss.
The fake smile on my lips,
The forced laugh that is upon me,
You cannot cry for someone you do not know,
I do not know me so how can anyone else.
At the edge of the cliff,
Ready to jump,
Looking at me you sigh,
We are both tired of you trying to help me,
A single step forward,
Plummeting towards the grounds,
Within days my pain will be healed.
I am sorry you will feel me say.
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