into the mirror"
  
dont let me go
catch me before I fall
keep me from picking up the knife
and sliding it across my scarred wrists
too late
I put my trust in you,
all you did is let me die?
suffering pain
when pain is peace of mind
sick and twisted
mutilated and poisoned
already the sickness is slowly torturing me
laughing as blood drips onto the floor
feeling dizzy,
i look into the mirror
i begin to cry,
i see you laugh,
into the mirror,
all i see is laughter
you let me down, you b*tch!
why are you letting me rot on the dirty floor?
i look into the mirror
this whore is all i see,
laughing in my filthy face
laughing back at me...


by: Ev Tindle  
email: slayed_angel87@yahoo.com