Once there was a girl different than this.
Her bright and happy smile, one of the things I really miss.
Euphoria neither vivacity fill that body anymore.
The halo is broken, wings ripped out. Where is the hope, there is no more.
Once this little girl knew how to fly.
Free,
around the world, through the clouds and back to me.
The smile is gone, eyes are watering.
I can say that, I do know.
I can say that all by looking in the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryTW: Blood, scars, self harm Once there was a girl with a happy smile. Over the years the smile faded and became an empty stare. Being happy cannot be taken for granted. Here is a life where the happiness got lost in the dark.
