I look in the mirror
And what I see is broken
Without cracks in glass
I trace my face
With my finger on the mirror
Blood trickling
As if it had been cut
I sigh and stare deeply
Into my red puffy eyes
My sobs keep crawling
Back up my throat
No matter how much
I allow myself to cry
There's still the repetitive
Self loathing and apologetic self
Inside me
Wishing to scream
I just swallow it back
And clean my mystery wound
Dabbing water into my eyes
To keep back the tears
And cool the heat
I take a deep breath
And leave my reflection
But my heart
Still chipping away
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
