A mirror and a hand He didn't need a second glance He lifted it up Ignoring the small cuts He smashed himself He smashed his life He took a piece up Ruined his own eye Screamed like a maniac Took him to his eye Blood started dripping Oh his poor life Over to the dresser Over to the pain He found himself a shaver A blade for all his rage A slice for every time he lied One for all his lonely cries He slashed and slashed Left to right Again and again Then a time down To really ease the pain
I'm actually writing this as a short story and sending it into a competition in my country.