Down the dressing room, I heard splatters
In an accompanying sound it scatters
So I bent to gather them up
But it showed me strangers
Dreadful, insecure, and confused they looked
In hallows their eyes dulled
Searching for a different version of themselves
But beckon a living personality of themselves
Desperations were last of their eviction
I wish death were not their last option
Soon their troubles in this world will be no more
But I cannot give them something I never had, hope
Day by day hope left me
I was lost in depression
Support is what I need from them now
But I saw tear in their eyes
Day are the same version of myself
I am done with this
So I picked up the broken mirror pieces
Bye, bye to the world I grinned
By Attah Sarfo Senior
HELP AVERT SUICIDE
