i can't help but wonder what it is i'm seeing. is this really who I've become?
i watch as tears run down the face of the sad, lonely girl in the mirror in front of me. who is she? is she really me?
her face is twisted and ugly with the pain of a terrible sorrow. why are you crying? why are you crying again?
the girls tears seem to flow harder now, and her face twists in pain as if she had just been told her puppy had died. this is every night now. why are you crying again?
her hazel eyes shut as the girl disappears from the mirror, bending over the sink. she watches her tears hit the porcelain bowl one by one. i can't do this anymore. why can't i stop crying?
she emits a small choking sound but quickly shuts up. her mother is just in the other room. i don't know what to do anymore. i don't know what to say.
the girl reappears in the mirror. her eyes are so red now. the tears still staining her shirt. i'm tired of all this sadness. i wanna be happy again.
outside, the girl could hear her mother walk down the stairs to go smoke a cigarette. she disappears from the mirror once more and retreats to her room, shutting the door behind her. i don't wanna be here anymore. i don't wanna live this life.
the girl lays down in her bed and curls up into a ball, closing her eyes and continuing to cry. i don't wanna live this life anymore. i don't wanna live at all anymore.
the girl closes her eyes and forces herself into a deep slumber, wishing she would never wake up.
i don't wanna live this life at all anymore...