Lost Little Girl

Everyday I look into the mirror
Do you know what I happen to see?
I see a sad, lost little girl
Staring straight back at me
I look into her broken eyes
I wonder who could possibly be home
Because I have a gut feeling
That she truly feels alone
Tears run down the side of her face
She looks as if she's not alive
She looks so isolated and unwanted
She knows she is so dead inside
She thinks life is plastic and fake
Full of betrayal and lies
With too many 'whens?' asked
As well as too many 'whys?'
Floating down this empty spiral
Overwhelmed with darkness and despair
True pain, loneliness, and defeat
And the 'nobodies' that don't care
With no name, person, or spirit
To bring and lift her up so high
She has failed so miserably
She has fallen, and she has died
When I'm all alone
In my tortured, tangled world
I just go look in the mirror
And I see my lost little girl

**I wrote this when I was cutting myself.**