This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.
Blood stains my face.
I no longer recognize myself.
Chronic pain.
But, that’s okay.
Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks.
Oh, what a release.
My life changes to waste.
Such a big disgrace.
Worthless and abused.
Unsure of what to do.
Love and despise
Flutter through my eyes.
Sweet, miserable time;
Why do you rush by?
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