Little Girl...

Why does it have to be so hard?
Just to acknowledge who I really am.
Am I that awful a person?
Is there not anything else to say but damn.

Where is the life I recognize?
The time when people saw a little me
So innocent and sweet.
She was really something you see.

What happened to her?
Maybe I lost her along my dented way.
The thought is making me anxious,
The only hope left is to pray.

I have become much too broken
There are so little left to safe.
I’ll soon stop trying,
And just give in to the wave.

My little hiding place is
Not a secret to you anymore.
You know what I do with pain
In the place behind the closed door.

I don’t even make the effort of
Disguising my hurtful symbols.
So what if you know what I do to myself
It’s becoming a normal thing, to many girls.

But where would I be now
If I hadn’t lost the girl inside me.
Would I still have a problem with the world?
Or would I be the innocent girl people see…

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It's just a poem I wrote because I was feeling down and at the same time looked at some old pictures... Very depressing!