Who is this girl in the mirror? She's so strange looking while everyone looks plain. It's almost like they're in black n white and I'm in color. I can see all of my flaws. I know all of my own secrets. They eat me alive. But my face lies to everyone. Only I know the truth. I can't bare telling anyone the truth. I just want everyone to understand. Without me saying a word. I want them to know everything. But I can't speak. My lips are sewed together. The cold air kills my soul, freezing it away until it's purple and black. And then I feel no soul inside my body. I slowly shlip away and everything goes black. I can't breathe nor feel anything. This body is dead and nothing can save me now. I can't be anmore. I'm done. If someone wants me I'll be morning my own soul. B/c death was a curse upon my soul. Maybe in another life I was a serial killer and now this life is punishment. Bad killings, huh? I could image myself gasping for air and screaming, "My soul is dying, help!" I only wish that people weren't fools. And knew when I'm broken. What do they think of me? Do they think I'm a dork or a loner by choice? Why is it so hard for them to see I'm broken? If they seen any cuts they wouldn't ever understand. They'd turn me in and be grossed out. They wouldn't care to look it up and learn about it. No one will ever care enough to help me. No one at school will ever care besides my friends. No one understands.--