Bloody Mirror Poem by Blanche Hardin

Bloody Mirror



Anger has controlled me for so long,
Thoughts of suicide explained through a song.
Hidden razors and scissors make me think,
Slitting my wrists while blood fills the sink.
Going for the end of me and I'm filled with fear,
As I slit my throat blood spatters across the Bloody Mirror.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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