Distorted Image

I see a girl with so much pain
her eyes are clouded over with her rain
they tell a story of much needed love
but of how she is never good enough.

She turns to the knife
because she thinks she is broken
and her only way to feel is with tears of crimsom sliding down her wrist.

She tries to be happy
but there is to much strife
She feels as if she is losing her life
slowly its slips out of her reach.

She has been beatened
used
loved
and has lost so much in her life.

When i look at this girl
i feel sad to know
she is everything i hate
and yet as i stand in front of the mirror i know this girl is me.

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