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
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
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.
