I look into the mirror, and I cry, and I cry.
I know I can't blame you for awakening this monster inside me, but it's your fault.
This monster hates me, it tells me I'm ugly, unlovable, scared, and defeated,
Every lie cuts me deeper than you ever could, and I believe them.
The person in the mirror isn't me anymore, the monster has destroyed her.
The only thing I can do now is cry, and cry.
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Roses in the Garden
PoetryA collection of Poetry: I've been broken, and I've healed, but what now? I was always terrified of what I'd become once I came out of the depressive state, but now I'm here, and the only way I can cope is by telling my story to strangers on the inte...
