The Mirrors Don'T Lie

I am broken, inside and out. There is no beauty that blossms from my eyes. No hope that flows threw  my fingers . I am a shell of my former self. I believe I been this way for quiet some time. When I stare into the mirror I see nothing but a plain girl. Those words that flow in and out of my head became more and more true. I am on the brink out insanity, it shows on my arms and on my legs. It's a sickness that's is seeping threw me, digging deep into my bones. I am scared I am losing my self. I see it every day, where I once was beautiful there is nothing, how can I fix me?