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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2045719
Just something I wrote to my step dad
Reflection in the mirror.
It couldn't be anymore clearer.
I look past this reflection.
Hidden behind the flesh.
A bloody mess.
Can you tell me something?
How can a heart still beat when it's beyond beaten?
I know I can't take this life for granted.
Can't waste a second.
What do you do when your lungs hurt to breathe?
What do you do when every day you wake up to grieve?
Finding solitude only in the form of an alcoholic beverage.
Drinking in this poison that illudes your mind.
Feeling worthless, just wanting to pass the time.
Look at yourself!
You're filling a void, an empty space.
Believing that this allusion in your mind will replace.
Everything you ever loved.
You're destroying yourself.
Nothing can take the place of what's left.
When will you realize that?
I know your heart has been broken.
I know you feel like your love has been stolen.
Looking in the mirror, a broken reflection.
Tired of the lies.
Are you dead or alive?
You're killing yourself everytime you take another drink.
So open your eyes and give yourself time to think.
Don't bury yourself in a constant state of hate.
Put the bottle down, before it's a second too late.
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