Would you look at me the same if you saw all my scars, if you knew all my pain?you wouldn't. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I really am, because I love you and want to be who you want me to be. But you don't know the real me, and it's killing me.
I killed someone, you see. I killed the girl, who used to be me. Sad but true. I let peoples hate & negativity bring me down so far down that I no longer recognize the girl in the mirror staring back at me.