I look at her,
All the pain I see in her eyes,
The way her smile,
And happiness is all lies
I see,
How she looks so lost,
How she just wants the guy to love her back,
At any cost
I can tell,
She thinks shes fat,
And how she thinks shes not pretty,
Lets leave it at that
Her story,
Is written on her arms,
All those scars from slitting,
But it's only herself she harms
She thinks,
It would be great to die,
Then she would be happy,
And she wouldnt have to cry
If only for once,
The guy loved her back,
But no it's not like that,
She cant figure out what she lacks
And everyone tells her they know how she feels,
But they always end up leaving her,
And as I start to see painful memories in her eyes I remember,
Im looking in the mirror
