things in the mirror

In the mirror

You hate what you see

You’ve turned into the things that you never wanted to be



Hopes fade away

Dreams have passed you by

Now all you can do is look in the mirror and wish you could die



Thoughts try to hurt you

Ideas drag you down

You don’t want to look but you can’t turn around



The click of the hammer

Like the beat of a drum

You start to feel your body go numb



Cold steel pressing against your temple

You know you’ll be judged

But the thoughts in your head just won’t budge



You squeeze the trigger

The options are ever clearer

You can’t stand to be the face in the mirror

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Missy Miller's picture

hey adam,

I love this poem, its awsome!