Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two

Able To Write?

I stare at my reflection as I sob in repugnance,

Shattered glass as I broke the mirror regretting my existence

My knuckles are covered in claret,

My fingers are holding again a cigarette.

I acted with immediate aggression,

And now I am here in a sudden rush of depression.

Can't slaughter the living thoughts causing me grief,

Unable to take more remorse’s, and try to answer questions of whether and if.

I want to strangle and kill away the demon inside of me,

For I have already tried to beg and plea.

Maybe cutting wrists could be conducive to glee,

Maybe it would be best if I run away thus and flee.

*Sigh* although of course it is I,

The one who is too aghast and petrified.

If two lines could finish the anguish,

Then who's able to write?

You might.

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Written By: @MeganRoseMckinney & the phenomenal King @KlionKingdom