I could've sworn I wasn't alone.

When I look in the mirror, I do not see a girl who is pretty or skinny. I see a girl who is broken and bruised. I see a girl who has lost her path in life, trying to find it through quotes, words, photographs she has taken, pictures she has drawn. I see what others see, what others judge because they do no understand. I see who I want to be, but she is stuck on the other side of the mirror. She is pounding. She knows you are gone, just as well as I do.