I look in the mirrors and all I can see,
is the vision of loathing that can only be me.
I see my reflection and see myself grin.
my anger is rising that hate can begin.
I thrown in a punch my hand hits the wall,
my pain adds to anger i feel myself fall.
I spiral in darkness I feel the room spin,
blood rushes to muscles and things become grim.
I get up one moment, and pull out the key.
the bullet can end the demon thats me.
COMMENTS
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FathersGrace
05:46 Jul 04 2009
oh mike!!! i wish u didn't hate urself so much.... :-(
i hope ur okay! im worried
SyrenForSyra
00:48 Jul 13 2009
I too feel that pain... it's a great poem.
fr4gil3
01:37 May 23 2012
Pain is a great motivator...I hope things have changed since you wrote this