Can You See Now?
I look into the mirror.
I see something but I'm not quite sure what.
I feel dead and so alone.
I'm not sure where I am,
Or if all of this is real.
If I go to touch something,
Will my hand go through it?
Pain has built up over the years
Leaving me battered and bruised inside.
I hate the world-
You are oblivious to my pain and fears…
Let me make it so you see:
I put a blade to my wrist;
Its sharp tongue breaks the skin,
Leaving behind a trail of blood.
I don't feel the pain I felt before I bled.