Anger has controlled me for so long,
Thoughts of suicide explained through a song.
Hidden razors and scissors make me think,
Slitting my wrists while blood fills the sink.
Going for the end of me and I'm filled with fear,
As I slit my throat blood spatters across the Bloody Mirror.
Blanche Hardin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloody-mirror/
