There’s a girl in the mirror. I think she stole my eyes. She looks just like me.

But I’m not real. I never was. My mind left my body a long time ago to save me. She took over to feel the pain instead.

She stole my voice when I was 6. I stopped crying.

Tears betrayed eyes. Soul betrayed voice.

And when the heart screams but the lips won’t whisper I tell them bad things happen to good people all the time.

I can’t live in this body all the time. It’s too much. One day the world is a dream. The next its a nightmare. So when reality shatters, I leave my skin behind.

Alive? Dead? Is there an in-between or is that what dreams are? Or maybe that’s what happens when I break down.

They said.. hug your inner child. But she is weeping. Wreaking havoc.