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In The Mirror
Red eyes glowing with just a hint of pain, maybe even sadness.
A crooked grin that nevers shows teeth.
What's the point in smiling?
A sickly thin shape, no beautiful curves.
What's the point in eating?
A heart blackened out by the evils of hatred.
What's the point in caring?
An empty shell that's called a body, it's supposed to hold a soul.
A lifeless corpse staring right at me.
I put the mirror down.
That's enough for today.
A crooked grin that nevers shows teeth.
What's the point in smiling?
A sickly thin shape, no beautiful curves.
What's the point in eating?
A heart blackened out by the evils of hatred.
What's the point in caring?
An empty shell that's called a body, it's supposed to hold a soul.
A lifeless corpse staring right at me.
I put the mirror down.
That's enough for today.
Published 7th Jun 2011
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7th Jun 2011 4:20am
This is really good. Im gona have a different opinion on myself when I look in the mirror now lol^.^
