Mirror mirror on the wall,
How do I stop this all?
The voices pound inside my head,
Images flashing, burning red.
A drip of blood, an ounce of tears,
Maybe you're too young for my years.
A slip of the tongue, the shattering of glass,
Can anything perfect last?
My skin's too thick, my heart's too small,
Please tell me how to stop this all.
A shot from the gun, a slit on my wrist,
How could this be my image of bliss?
A final breath, and a sweet blissful death.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Could it be that I'm more messed up than you all?
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