The Mirror

I see two grey eyes,
Filled with tears.
I see one small nose,
Sniffing at the smears.

I see two eyebrows,
Furrowed in confusion.
I see two cheeks,
With a flushed illusion.

I see two ears,
That are pained from shouting.
I see two lips,
Quivering and pouting.

I see the bruise,
On my left cheek.
I see my hair,
Pulled at and bleak.

I see the black tears,
Stream down my face.
I see myself.
I look a disgrace.

I take one last look,
Then let out a scream.
The small shards of glass,
Piercing my skin.

I look at the blood,
Trickle down my arm.
I smile at the thought,
Of my self controlled harm.

The pain it is weak,
As it makes me feel strong.
All my thoughts seeping out,
Of the wound in my arm.

I smile at my new,
Shattered reflection.
As the shards of glass,
Reduce my complexion.

The blood is too much,
Pooling on the floor.
I feel myself fall,
My head smacking on the drawer.

Now I am cold,
And now I lie still.
Lying on the ground,
In my own blood spill.

I have learnt my lesson.

Self harm can kill.