At 8 she wanted to fly.
To be free, to feel alive.At 9 she knew its alright.
How life was perfect, everything was fine.At 10 her dreams grew more.
She felt as if life was an open door.At 11 she began to realize;
That maybe, just maybe all her dreams were lies.At 12 she was convinced and believed.
That they lied, life was not a cup of tea.At 13 she grew depressed.
Broken, defeated and simply stressed.At 14 she loathed everything.
Forgot to laugh, to smile, to sing.At 15, she fell astray and was lost.
Punching walls, suicidal thoughts.At 16 she remembered how she wanted to fly.
Now all she does is try to survive.
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She is a Happy Person.
PoetryAn ironic set of poems compared to the title. Please vote and do let me know how they are :3 Highest Rating ever gotten #138 in poetry 18/9/15