Broken

I am broken
but people cant see
that the pain is real
and this is not how i wanted to be

depressed and not knowing why
i cut myself
but i don't want to die
i guess i just have to let time go by

for me
expressing my feelings
is hard to do
that is why i write poems
they help me get through

counseling and people telling me how to live
why don't they just give up
i have got nothing to give

i don't know who i am any more
i look in the mirror
and see a girl
a girl that i don't know
Where did the old me go?