That Girl

Is that girl I see

When I look in the mirror

Is that really me?

Where did all those cars come from?

I never remember wanting this path

Why did I follow it into unhappiness?

I regret ever considering cutting

Because now it's all I think about

Where to hide the marks

How I can get away with it

Like a drug addict

Hooked on making myself bleed

Certified psychopath

And I'm only fifteen

Falling yet never hitting the ground

Somewhere along the line

I became another person

Consumed by darkness

All I can do is sit and reflect

Upon that girl in the mirror

And who I really am