Hope Is Emo

What decayed?
Shattered fragments
of my wretched past
fall upon the floor.
Broken shards
of cold glass,
once clear image
fading fast.
What once was
in my mirror
is no more.
Through struggle,
I've lost myself.
Life fades.
-Rachel

This is a poem that I wrote when I was locked up in a psychiatric hospital for cutting. I don't know if I really like it much or not, but then I never think to highly of the things that I do, and this poem really expresses how I felt while I was in there and how I still feel a lot of the time.