Suicidal Reflection Poem by Crimson Love

Crying upon this mirror,
I lean on the shoulder that is my own,
My hand reaches out touching the reflection of something I hate,
Blood drips onto the face, I know is dying,
I slit my veins, yet still I feel no pain,
Encased with blade, my skin is tainted,
Blood falls...it pools around my feet,
I stare once more into the eyes I see,
My palms crash down upon the falsity,
my blade falls in the regret I've spilt,
Broken pieces of crimson shards,
I Crumple upon all of me,
I still see my red reflection,
upon every shattered piece,
I slowly die with the reflection,
of everything I've tried not to be.