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I look inside the broken glass,
A mirror of impurities,
I see this reflection of me,
Pain is clear across my face,
I see no empathy to give,
My eyes are stained with crimson red as I stare at my distorted self,
The misery I can see entraps my minds abyss,
This face never to be looked upon with joy again.
The sink below fills with dark bloody screams and I turn away from this vision of my imperfections,
Remorse is clear inside my frozen eyes,
I regret looking inside myself,
Should have stayed with visions of sweet memories surrounding me,
I tear at myself trying to rip away this disfigured sight,
The glass cuts deep into my skin,
I watch as my whole world caves in,
Into myself my tear fall,
Towards the screams down below my broken heart,
The glass sees my silence as acceptance,
I don't want to be here anymore,
I beg to fall away from this,
A vision of broken glass and a bloody distorted version on me,
I glare at this sight and wish I could clean up this mess,
To destroy the pain that wells up inside my head,
I look into myself,
Inside this broken glass,
And see this picture perfect distorted vision of me.
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