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this poem sounds extremely depressing...but it's a journalism assignment we had to do based on a picture.
i look in the mirror at the haunting reflection staring back at me.
the eyes are not my own;
once bright, vivid, and energetic, they are now empty and miserable.
i once had smooth, vibrant skin.
instead, it is replaced with a pale mess of hanging jealousy.
my lips are dry and cracked;
they long to be touched with love and moisture.
my fingernails are brittle;
they are bitten to the core.
my legs, bruised and broken, hang limply off the crumpled sheets.
the tears i once shed for us have dried into scars that refuse to disappear.
my broken heart pulsates slowly and refuses to beat.
my chest heaves with pain
and i am finally happy.
i look in the mirror at the haunting reflection staring back at me.
the eyes are not my own;
once bright, vivid, and energetic, they are now empty and miserable.
i once had smooth, vibrant skin.
instead, it is replaced with a pale mess of hanging jealousy.
my lips are dry and cracked;
they long to be touched with love and moisture.
my fingernails are brittle;
they are bitten to the core.
my legs, bruised and broken, hang limply off the crumpled sheets.
the tears i once shed for us have dried into scars that refuse to disappear.
my broken heart pulsates slowly and refuses to beat.
my chest heaves with pain
and i am finally happy.