She looked at herself
Fragments of herself
She wasn't the same
Nobody left to blame-
But the girl in the broken mirror
Who is going to save her?
A question in her head no one could answer
Though she was broken
Pieces still remain
Some even lost
Her glass heart was in pain
She looked at herself
Fragments of herself
She needed to heal
She stopped believing love is real
Nobody left to blame now
Even if it's broken
You'll find a way to fix it
Left alone on your bedroom floor
It just makes the voices easier to ignore
When your reflection isn't recognizable anymore
Where do you turn? And to who?
About the Creator
Sterling
Hello There! I am a young author that loves to create short stories and poems straight from the soul. My favorite genre is psychological thriller and that is what most of my stories will consist of as well as some cute loving poetry pieces.
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