In The Mirror Poem by Darren Harris

I’m sat there watching you,
You’re sat on your bed,
With crazy thoughts bouncing around inside your head,
You look sad and depressed as you put a hand full of tablets in your mouth and take a swig from a bottle of Southern comfort to wash them down,
Your face looks tired and emaciated,
Your eyes are fixed and dilated,
You’re just staring into space and by the look on your face I can tell that you are being haunted by a thousand dying memories,
I tried to reach out to you and tell you that you are not alone,
But as I moved my arm,
You moved yours and you picked something up off the bed,
Then a shiver ran down my spine as I saw the razorblade glisten in your hand,
I tried to shout to you and beg you not to do it,
But you just looked at me,
And as I looked into your eyes I saw flashbacks of abuse,
I saw a tormented soul that was been ripped apart by pain and suffering,
And I could only watch as you slowly drew the razorblade across your wrist,
Blood started to flow heavily from your open wound,
And as tears started to run down your face,
They also ran down mine,
You tried to scream as the four walls that surrounded you started to close in and engulf you in a sea of emotions,
But there was no sound,
There was only serenity,
A stillness as you slumped back on the bed and your life slowly ebbed away on a crimson tide,
Finally you had been set free,
But so had I,
Because the person in the mirror,
The person laid there on the bed
Was me.