Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: THE FACE OF DISGRACE by WhiteTearAngel

By WhiteTearAngel
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Tags: whitetearangel, poetry, poem

The mirror is shattered, stained with blood
I feel the hot liquid run down my face
I see the broken pieces on the ground
Still being able to see that ugly disgrace

That face of disgrace that has taunted me
I've cut up that face
I've stitched up that face
But it keeps coming back, that face of disgrace

I'm a monster in this world
My face is pure filth
I'm so disgusting,
That even God spits on me

I have been abandoned
I am all alone
Alone in this world that hates me so
Because of my face, my face of disgrace

Everyday, I break that mirror
Over and over again
It keeps re-appearing
Everyday the same blood-curdling scream is heard

The same blood on the ground, the same chips in the wall
The same cuts in my face
The same pieces around
After this act there seems to be no sound

The hollow feeling inside
Swallows me whole
The feeling of nothing
The feeling of a blank

Everyday I do the same thing over again
I wonder if I am in a hell
A hell brought only to me
Because I am so hated....

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