Random Ramblings (Note this does not rhyme)

The scars are all over,
On my legs,
On my thighs.
My arms too.
I want to die,
To throw it all away.
I look in the mirror,
And see a broken little girl.
My friend looks at me,
And she sees someone,
That is beautiful, crazy, and strong.
She must be blind,
I have lost everything,
And nothing.
I am young,
But not wrong.
I can see when it crashes and burns.