I look in the mirror and I see someone I don't know.
Who's this stranger?

There's a person with empty eyes. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and hair that covers her face and soft, red trembling lips.
Who's this stranger?

A reflection of someone who is sobbing in the corner and screaming at no in particular. She wraps her arms around her to hold herself together.
Who's this stranger?

She talks to herself, whispering destroying words; words that make her cry more. Words that make her regret and want to forget. A string of curses follow.
Who's this stranger?

A girl who doesn't want to hurt anymore. She's tired of the crying and suffering. She wants an escape. She wants to die.
Who's this stranger?

I throw my mirror against the wall and watch it shatter into many pieces. I crawl over to the broken shards and look around glancing into each fragment. There's the girl I don't know staring back at me in each piece.
Who's this stranger?

She moves the way I move, has the same voice, same body, but she isn't me.
Who's this stranger?

A copy of me picking up a piece of the broken mirror and bringing it to her wrist, she makes sure she can see what's happening in the mirrors.
Who's this stranger?

The one who drags the sharp edge across her vein, leaving a deep gash. She isn't scared; whispers a promise that as the blood seeps out, so will the pain.
Who's this stranger?

Someone who wants to give up. Lying on the floor, letting herself bleed.
Who's this stranger?

A soul lost in the darkness, giving up on looking for the light. Finding help in no one.

I know this stranger.

I've been lying to myself,

I am the stranger.