As my fist slams against that mirror all I see is the dropp of blood hitting the floor <br />I hear the glass hiting the ground <br />My body doesnt feel the pain at all <br />I am in a trance and all there is to do is snap back into reality <br />So do I grab the shards of glass <br />Or do I take the whole bottle of pills <br />My existance is temporary <br />To some it comes and goes as they want it to <br />Right now my existance is in my hands <br />I could down the bottle <br />Or i could grab the gun <br />Sometimes I wonder if my existance is in the hands of others <br />If that is true my existance is continuosly fadding right before my eyes <br /> <br />~*Tosha*~<br /><br />Darkness Falls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-existance/
