i didn't recognized the girl standing in front of me. Eyes were total bloodshot; swollen and cried out; trembling lips that matches her scared soul and coward body.
"Who are you?" i asked her.
"Who are you?" she returned it to me with a sympathetic smile tugging in.
"I-I.. I don't know who I am." i stuttered and lowered my gaze to the floor.
She's vulnerable and fragile, the sadness that crossed her face gave it.
i raised my scarred wrist and wounded heart.
She did the same.
i looked up at the mirror; at my reflection.
"I am you." she answered.
YOU ARE READING
do not
Poesiai can make them believe my words. but i can't convince myself to believe in mine.
