That Girl

she sits knowing she is numb.
numb to the world, numb to herself.
she feels gone, extracted from life.
watching from the outside.
wishing, dreaming she could be the one she used to be.
she dreams about what could have been as she cuts.
dreaming until the pain hits and a line of crimson drips downward.
she is no longer numb to the pain.
she is no longer on the ouside looking in.
she is here she is now.
still dreaming about what could have been.
searching for the light.
that girl is forever gone.
that girl is just like me.