Looking in the Mirror...

I look in the mirror and see nothing

What I mean by nothing I mean everything, but happiness

I see scars on my wrists, hips, and thighs

I see my full rib cage and the numbers dropping down on the scale

Looking in the mirror I also see a pathetic girl

The girl who screw up; tries to please everyone yet she’s not happy

Only around certain people she’s happy just for a split second

She wanted help, but her pride got the best of her

She gets flashbacks of getting beaten

Head to toe, bruises and bumps all over her

‘till this day she can barely breathe, she feels like she’s suffocating

Like there’s so much weight on her chest she’s can’t move

She hallucinates… hallucinates of the wrong doings

Waiting for the bus and she just wants to stand in the street

Knowing she’d get hit, wanting it to happen

She wouldn’t even move if a car was coming

Another aiming a gun at her temple

Crying on her knees

Everyone watching her and trying to stop her

And it’s another way of disappointing her family

She’s doing it for her own good

No more pain, no more flashbacks, no more hallucinating

She wants it to end  and it’s the only way

Looking in the mirror I see a girl who’s already dead