Spirit Free Poem by Abby Dela Cruz

Sitting on the dark corner, wondering if I'm a loner.
Watching my reflection through a mirror, the reflection of terror.
Deep wounds in my skin tingles.
My body shingles.
A single tear runs down my cheek.
Saying to myself, 'I'm a freak! '
Wondering what would happen if I disappear.
Having this great fear.
Trapped in my own reflection.
What will be my next selection?
I can't hold this spirit anymore.
It needs to be free and soar.
I watch my reflection through that knife.
That was the last glimpse of my life.
Blood gushing out of me.
I let my spirit be free.