I look in the mirror and all i see is a girl. a girl that cant

I look in the mirror and all i see is a girl. a girl that cant be me? do i really look so awful like this? feeling the pain my friend usally did. why do i look at the scars and cry? because they remind me of the bad times. why cant i even bare to look at my own self? because why i should when no one else cant. why do i stay alive just to feel the pain everyday? because my mom said stay strong baby. why cant i just let go of the fact that every tear i shed will come right back. i cant choose the life of a sinner anymore. the pain comes back and i feel once no more. will i ever give up the life i come so far to live? maybe so well never know. will there ever be another day in a life that i can look you in the face and say this isnt just a story its my pain and embrace. ):