Mirror hanging on my wall,
At night, witnessing it all.
The cries,
The pain,
The pleas of mercy.
The praying,
The screaming,
And the shouting.

Mirror hanging on my wall,
At night, witnessing it all.
The knives,
The scissors,
The blades so bright,
The shaking,
The breaking,
And the breathing.

Mirror hanging on my wall,
At night, witnessing it all.
The direction,
The motion,
The blood deep red,
The bed,
The sheets,
And the steins.

Mirror hanging on my wall,
At night, witnessing it all.
The tissue,
The tears,
The sighs of relief,
The feeling,
The sorrow,
And the regret.

Mirror hanging on my wall, 
This has witnessed it all
 

The guns coked
to my head
I hear those little voices once again
Whispering my pain
I scream only silently
Wanting it all to go away
I feel my heart race
Wanting to feel deaths embrace
This will end
And I will say when
For when it began
There's was only pain
Always there to stay
But now those knives can't take it away
As I hear them always say
Your worth nothing
Not even the air your breathing
Is worth even the words that we're speaking
Your worthless
and hopeless
No one wants to see such weakness
I hear the click of the shift
The bullets in its pit
now will I make this my reading place
Could I say goodbye
At least that last word
to those who care
If I live or died
I know there words are wrong
But I've heard them for so long
Am I wrong
To believe them
Is it wrong to think of them
As a family
I once said
Now the word
Is something I feel I don't know
What is a family
When did this become a family
Or am I just running away
Away from the truth
Of what they say
Is all lies
I know my life
I know what I'm doing is no sacrifice
I'll be dead
That's all everyone wanted
To ever be said
That this life has met an end
And its ending
Is blood stand red
No morning
No crying
I'm hoping
This death will end
What's been killing
Me I'm already dead
So what's worth the fight
When all my life I felt
Only fright
I close my eyes
Whisper my goodbyes
This is the end of my life
I hope that this was no waist full sacrifice
The cold barrel touches
My skull and I feel its waiting
Has only just begun
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I walk down this road alone
Thrown around by people I'm suppose to love
My hearts been broken
My heart is shattered
But who cares
for this life is worthless
To people who want me dead
Who think this is the end
They want me to be less
They want this life to end
I'm alone fighting
To find some way
To live with out this
I'm there slave
It feels
As they throw the wip
With it cutting deep in my back
They haunt my dreams
I only feel streams
Of tears
I could never cry
Those moths have turned to years
To this day I still stand and wait
For my life will end
This pain will stop
But until then
I walk alone
Stand on my own
For this town is not my home
And I'm there slave so far that they know
I'll be free one day
But until then
When I can break those chains
I'll keep holding on
Maybe not to faith
Or to this place
But for the life
That they try to take
This is my road for now
Broken and alone
But soon I'll be free
Until then I'll stand strong
And keep fighting on
These are my words
And I hope there heard
For I've feel
As though I've been screaming
This all for far to long
This is it mg words
Have been said
In these lines
They are written
In this poem
Read or not
No one knows
My real thought
This is just lines not my life
Only an insight
To how I feel inside.

Some nights I wonder
If it was all just a bad dream
Then my hand brush in between
Where a deep scar lies
And it reminds me
It was more then a dream
That place so much of a cell
That I could only call hell
Its strained with blood
A white house from hell
Painted blood red
Hidden on the inside
Were no one dare enters
but many tries to escape
only walk away
With scars not a stray
Memory's here to stay
even if those scars do fade
Those memory's always seem to stay
Raked with regret and shame
But still standing to this day
I want to die
I want it to end
But still I stand
Fighting till I reach the end
of a broken road
That still goes on
With no end
For now those scars remain
at least the ones my hand brushes
that lie on my back
One in between
my shoulder blades it lies in between
that one remains
And brings the memory's back
as it is a reminder of all of that
That is not a dream
And never once was anything less
then a bad dream
Brought into reality.