Why do I

She stares back at her reflection in the cracked mirror
this girl wonders to herself
what made me this way
why am I like this
why did I decide to cut that day
why do I barely eat
longing to be thin
why doesn't anyone understand
why do I shed tears of depression
why do I get high
and do things with guys I shouldn't
what is the matter with me
what made me think these thoughts
and feel these feelings
am I that twisted to live my life this way
I guess so
and there is nothing more to say
this is who I am
and this is who I will always be
why
why me