my mate stuart jones wrote this. hes not on this website but if u have any comments let me know and ill tell him.
in the mirror theres an image
of a person that used to be
the layers are stripped clean
and the cuts are bleeding
the scars are reopening
tears run constant
nightmares run rampant
pictures of a past
that float behind
filled with the screaming cries of time
paint pictures of a future
foggy with uncertainty
falling all the same
bloodshot eyes, tearstained face
stare into your soul
findinng every secret place
as the mirror falls
as the glass breaks
theres an image of a person that used to be
turn around and realise
that person is me.
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