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I saw her again today
as I looked at myself in the mirror,
She was there like she always is
laughing at me.
I hurt myself today,
when I tried to punch her again.
but instead all I got from it
was a broken mirror and a handful of glass.
And though I couldn't see her face,
through the blood and broken cracks
I could still hear her.
Laughing at me
She never goes away,
no matter how hard I try
She's always there to laugh at me
And I think that I know why.
It's because I always need her,
Though I hate her with all my being
She's the one that you all see
When I'm locked inside her, screaming
I'm such a pitiful creature
For needing her, my mask
I think that's why she laughs at me
My lie, you see, at last.
I hate her!
I want her gone!
I need her...
Without her I can't go on.
This is why I see her,
within my broken mirror,
inside my shattered heart.
And she'll always be there,
Laughing at me.
- by Belle Corvus |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/21/2008 |
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- Title: Her
- Artist: Belle Corvus
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Description:
I know, it's dark, but I was having a bad day. Myabe I'll post a happy one, next time I'm having a good day. So, please read, and tell me what you think.
Constructive criticism is appreciated - Date: 12/21/2008
- Tags: broken lonely split empty
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Illumination_Theorist_92 - 12/25/2008
- It's troubling...but one day I'll fix that
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- angel 741994 - 12/22/2008
- i like it 5/5
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- X --- Imperfectiion - 12/22/2008
- nice. its ok i only write poems whenim having a bad and depresseing day. other wise i cant write. i lke it.
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- great sweet me - 12/21/2008
- very good. =3 5/5
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