SHE IS ME
I look down at my hands
My fingers drip with blood
I look down at the floor
There lay a girl
About my age
I almost recognize her
Her brown hair stained red
Her brown eyes turning gray
But who is she
I look in the mirror
Nothing
There is no one there
Then I realize who the girl is
She lay draped in white
But one would think it were red
Almost like a fallen angel
I can't believe what I have done
But what can I do
The girl that lay on the floor so cold
She is me!