So I looked in the mirror last night.
I saw a girl.
She was the most horrifying scene ever.
She had dark circles under her eyes and huge fat and ugly face.
She had a crooked nose.
She had tears running down her cheeks.
I looked over at her hands. They were horrible.
They had fingers that were wrinkled and huge.
Her nails we chewed off and her skin was ripped.
My eyes moved down to her wrist.
They had cuts.
They were bleeding, but they were never to deep to cause damage.
I looked at her body.
It was completely disgusting.
I hated everything about her.
Her hair.
Her red eyes.
Hey mouth.
Her face.
Her arms.
Her legs.
Her body .
I wondered how could such a horrible sight exist. She should be dead. She doesn't deserve to live. She is a burden of everyone.
But then I realized I was looking at me.
It was my reflection in the mirror.
I was the one who deserves nothing.
I am nothing....
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This Disease Called Depression...
PoetryNormal people wake up to get away from their nightmares.... I go to sleep to get away from mine. ___ I'm alive yet dead. I'm breathing but I'm suffocating. I'm move but I'm still. And I'm waiting till I can become a corpse and let go of all the dar...
