Broken Mirror

I have no words to describe what I'm feeling right now. It's eleven o'clock at night, I've thrown up twice in the last half hour. I look like I have been punched in the eyes. The tears won't stop falling.
How the f**k did I get here?
F**k.

I am so many things to so many people.
Friend. Sister. B***h. Failure. Funny. W***e. Smart. Pretty. Disappointment. S**t.
Nothing.
I am nothing

People often to peer into mirrors to see what they look like, but they see what they want to see.
I am a mirror.
They see what they want to see in me. Never really looking at the whole picture.
They never truly see me.

Everything I've done,
everything I am,
has been for somebody else.
Never me.
Never.

I am a f*****g mirror.
People pick me up to see what they want to see. When they're done, they just drop me leaving me shattered.
I am shattered.
Someone comes to pick me up and put my pieces together only to drop me once more.
Everytime I lose a little more of myself. Now there's nothing left to put together.
I am broken.