Once upon a time, thoughts of happiness filled her brain and heart
Until suicidal thoughts pierced through her like a dart
She once loved herself and everyone
Then hated everyone under the sun
She once was a flirt
Until she was overcome by pain and hurt
Now she spends her days in a lonely haze
Though not for lack of trying
Much of her time is now spent crying,
And inside, dying
For each teardrop cried
There is a crimson one that falls from her veins
One that only causes her more pain
She misses the girl she once was
And hates who she has become
To put her life simply,
I am not the girl that I used to be..
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