as I stare
at the glass
in broken shards
I can't see myself

picking up a piece
of broken glass
a memory of pain
I slice myself

as I cut deeper
into my soul
amoungst the blood and glass
I see myself there

just a reflection
a memory
a reminder
of what I was before

with the final cut
it ends
amoungst the pain and lies
amoungst the memories

all they have left
is a picture
a final thought
a reflection of what I once was
 
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