two hands put together with glass & blood in them. glass is spread out in the dark background

I Forgot My Hand Was Bleeding, Poem To God

Looking into the broken mirror
Forget that I had feelings in my hand
My hand’s full of glass, while my heart’s full of pain
I didn’t choose to be like this

What am I? Tears scream in agony as my eyes rip them from my heart
Why am I? Couldn’t you just have made it so I didn’t exist
Where are You? At 3 am, anxious to find You in this ghost town
Why me? I don’t love me, & that’s how I understand You shouldn’t either

Looking into the broken mirror
I Forgot my hand was bleeding
I look down, never had I seen a more beautiful hand
Lovely like a woman in a velvet red dress covered in sparkling diamonds
I didn’t choose to be like this

What Am I? A piece of paper, meant to be cut, ripped, & thrown away
Why am I? My face feels like a mask, deserving of being locked in a closet
Where are You? Turning my pages, looking to give me an end
Why me? I am everything I promised I’d never do

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