As I stare
At the glass
In broken shards
I can't see myself
Picking up a piece
of broken glass
A memory of pain
I slice myself
As I cut deeper
into my soul
Amongst the blood and glass
I see myselft there
Just a reflection
A memory
A reminder
Of what I was before
With the final cut
It ends
Amongst the pain and lies
Amongst the memories
All they have left
Is a picture
A final thought
A reflection of what I once was |
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