She looked at herself in the mirror,
there was a sob tear through her eyes,
strips of blood on her right wrist,
she has been screaming in pain.
Until she once said,
"One day this will be over."
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
Night Nineteen
She looked at herself in the mirror,
there was a sob tear through her eyes,
strips of blood on her right wrist,
she has been screaming in pain.
Until she once said,
"One day this will be over."
