The Mirror
Laying alone
On the floor
Her room is dark
The door is closed
All the candles are out
The music has faded away
All the blood has dried.
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The family had gone
Out for a night of frolic and fun
She stayed home alone
With her misery and a gun
She stared forlornly
At her reflection in the mirror
Drawing the blade down her face
To make her reflection
Match how she feels
Broken.
Torn.
Ripped.
Shredded.
All of her taken by that one act.
The gun was ready, cocked and loaded.
But a message, she knew she must leave
Before she ended all her pain forever
Scrawled fresh in blood
Across her bedroom mirror
“This is all your fault, daddy.”
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When the family returned
Their faces cheery, laced with glee and smiles
They went to check on their daughter
Who had wanted to stay home and be alone for a while
Their screams of terror
Were blood-curdling at best
But that hardly describes
The pain the mother felt in her chest
To see her beloved daughter
Lying dead on the ground
A bullet through her head
And blood covering the floor
But what hurt her the most
Came a few seconds later
When she saw the message
Her daughter had left on the mirror
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