Nobody
Nobody is here
She traces her cracked lips in my mirror
Nobody paints
The glass areas she hates
Nobody cries
For all the times she is consumed by lies
Nobody rips
At the expensive finger tips
On the trigger
Her jeweled hands quiver
Nobody lies
To herself thinking she's ready for hell
Nobody told her
Hell is her mirror
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Blood_Rainicorn
Hey everyone, I'm a very thoughtful and introspective aspiring writer. I've gone through some heavy stuff and writing helps tremendously and I joined powerpoetry to keep me inspired and going and help deal with the demons. I love music, making independent short films and music videos and of course writing.
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