I don't own anything, just the depressing writing :P. Sorry so sad but I needed an outlet.


I look at the face in the mirror.

I am foreign to myself. My lips. My nose. My cheeks, my eyes-I don't see myself there. I don't recognize them; not anymore.

This person staring back at me, this person isn't me, can't be me, she looks fine, whole, normal, innocent. This girl isn't me. This-this girl pretending to be me isn't broken, isn't hollow.

After this year, after all that's happened how can this girl be me. All the tears and energy and work and pain how can this be me?

I see her lip tremble, her eyes drowning in tears, I see her looking at me, searching for something, something in my eyes. She finds nothing-she finds nothing. I am nothing. I am broken and my pain already forgotten.

I look at the girl in the mirror and I pretend that that's who I am.