Who Is She?

Who is that girl in the mirror?
With tears streaming down her face,
And blood running down her arm,
I don't know her anymore.

Her eyes so deep,
I can see in her soul,
So much pain,
She holds inside.

All she's lost,
All she's done,
All she wants,
The pain to be gone.

She tries so hard,
To be happy again,
But it's been so long,
She can't remember how.

So instead she crys,
Crys blood from her wrist,
She sees what she's done,
And wishes she could go back.

Back a few years,
Before they started dying,
Before she started crying,
Before this hell began.

Who is that girl?
Staring back at me?
Blood and tears mixed with shame,
Who is she?

That girl in the mirror,
She's so sad I can see,
Who is that girl?
That girl is me.
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Yeah this is a poem Iwrote when I was depressed a couple days ago about how much iv changed and how I wish I could go back because I hardly recognize who I am anymore...