A book of my broken self.
A shell of myself.
Who am I?
I cannot answer that question
because
I do not know myself.
Black bags underneath my eyes
that no longer seem like my own.
Tear stained, and skinny.
So so skinny.
I look at this girl in the mirror,
and I wonder
WHO ARE YOU?!
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH KAMYLLEBENET MAGGIE AUSTIN?!
Ihave no answer for myself.
Most of the time I look at
myself, and see a fragile little girl.
I'm not sure if I'll ever be the same.
Or if my mom will realize that I'm not
happy anymore. Or that I stopped
combing my hair.
So who am I?
And where am I
going from here?
I'm not sure of my
answers.
But I do know,
Tears won't heal my broken heart.
