• i sit in my coner watching the world. what catches my eye is a said young girl. i watch the tears stream down her face. what happened to our human race? she traces the scars across her wrist. she wonders if she will be missed. she looks up and sees me to she whispers gently "your the girl i used to be whoes heart was happy whoes soul was free. what happened to us did we die?" she starts to cry. i want to hold her and make her see that deep inside she still is me. She locked me away but i am still here watching the world from inside this mirror.