What are you thinking about?

[Losty]

I dropped my mirror today. I stared at myself in the broken mirror for ten thousand years searching for a single glimpse of the person I thought I was, and in that same fleeting moment I realized that in an attempt to save myself I lost the girl that I once knew. I sank down to the floor picking up the shattered pieces of mirror and screamed my silent hatred at the distorted girl in the reflection. My sorrow and regret slowly spilling from my eyes as I watched a drop of blood run down the palm of my hand and fall to the floor from my fingertip. I died a hundred million deaths in the realization that the girl I once knew...the girl I knew as myself...is gone forever and I am left behind. I am left behind, but who am I? Who am I, but a broken girl with no where to turn. And am I still here if you can't see me? Am I still real if you're not even looking anymore?