Anger has controlled me for so long, <br />Thoughts of suicide explained through a song. <br />Hidden razors and scissors make me think, <br />Slitting my wrists while blood fills the sink. <br />Going for the end of me and I'm filled with fear, <br />As I slit my throat blood spatters across the Bloody Mirror.<br /><br />Blanche Hardin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloody-mirror/
