A Murder of Crows (Angry mirrors)

Itís time to get sober because I ainít going to your funeral.
Treat others the way you want to be treated my only rule.
If Iím killing myself in front of you, I hope you come save me.
It must have been the mirror talking when you said you hate me.
Oh I hate how I force myself to watch you die.
Sitting apathetic watching with my very own eyes.
Itís time to get sober because this fucking mirror I am breaking.
Bloodied knuckles and a daze of confusion uncontrollably shaking.
Apologies to myself are too late because I finally let myself go.
Beyond the mirror now in a dark field with a murder of crows.
Written by miseryomy
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