There's this lady,
The lady in my mirror,
she cant stop crying,
She's weak and pale,
Tired of everything and everyone.
Every day it's a battle,
And she's not winning,
She's just there crying,
Tired of everything and everyone.
I just stare at her,
So pale and thin,
Life has refused her,
She's alive but not living.
She cut's her skin deep,
Deep where the pain is,
And blood oozes out,
And there she is smiling.
And am just there in front
of my mirror,
All this time am staring at her,
Hurting herself and there's nothing I can do.
She's so angry at the world.
I can't do this,
Am in tears,
I can't continue to watch her,
This is too much for her.
Why her..?
She's just twenty two.
©Mara Pain
Life is a series of pain.
©mara_pain
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