Her hair is like sunshine gold
Her lips are redder then the rose
She walks with grace
Wherever she goes
But there's something
Hiding behind her eyes
Pain and suffering
Hides beneath her smile
How she feels inside
She can not describe
And yet with each cut
It quickly subsides
The blood flows freely
She covered the cut
Hiding it beneath her clothes
She's stuck in a rut
Of self mutilation
Self destruction
Despite everything she feels
No one pays attention
She stops eating
Feeding her mind instead
A cocktail of knowledge and drugs
From every book she's ever read
From beneath her jeans
Her panties are seen
Riding low on her hips
Every mans dream
You know you want her
Her pouted lips succulent red
Her eyes hold a hint of coldness
As she lays on the bed
No morals or values
All she was is gone
As she lies there
Waiting for you to be done
She cries herself to sleep
Because no one cares
If she wastes away to nothing
Or falls into a pit of despair
She stares at her reflection
Looking into her eyes
What has she become?
Is it truth or is it lies?
This is so heartfelt and powerful. The fact that it's called Self Reflection has me very worried about you in general, Rei. I love you, we all do.
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Agreeing with Paige. Beautiful poem just hoping that it's not true. You're a great writer and don't let no one tell you otherwise. Fantastic work!
ReplyDeletePowerful and destructive. Fantastic poem.
ReplyDeleteI hate reading pieces like this because I have no idea how true they are to you at the moment. It's a great piece of work. Enjoyable but sad tale of a wasted life.
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