Broken

She gets so frustrated sometimes

feels like she want the cry and wants to die.

When she gets that hollow look in her eye,

they tell her not to cut her wrists,

but to slam her fists.

So she does.

Into a mirror that shatters.

But she is the only thing thats Broken

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of the first poems i wrote because i wanted to write a poem...most of them just happen when i write in my journal.

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Elizabeth Blanchard's picture

yep i love this one too.