REFLECTIONS
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR; MY REFLECTION IS STARING BACK AT ME; AS MY HEART IS WOUNDED FROM TRAGEDY, MY ANGER CIRCLES MY HEAD; LEAVING ME TO BLEED. I'M HAVING TO FACE THINGS ALONE; WHY DOES THE WORLD HAVE TO BE SO COLD? I'M DYING INSIDE FROM MY EMOTIONS THAT DON'T SHOW. I MISS WHAT I HAD; A... Sign in to see full entry.