Under Cover
Day
Broken.
Scared, scarred
A vision appears in the mirror, a pond, through tears.
The vision resembles me,
my character, my mannerisms, my name.
And I try
to smile, to love, to laugh
I try to be.
Those outside can't hear my scream.
I cry for help - the knives hurt,
stabbing deeper into my head, my neck and puncture my eye.
I try to... Read more
Add comment
| 2 Comments
|
Notify me when there are new comments
