I saw her today.
She looked terrible.
I almost feel bad for her.
I see her every morning and every night.
Her eyes were puffy.
The cuts on her wrists were visible and bleeding.
She held the razor tightly in her hand.
She looked...depressed,
That girl in the mirror...
I almost feel bad for her.
But I know she deserves it.
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//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
