When you're a 4, you don't care.
You'll wear dresses, show your arms, and share your feelings.
When you're a 7, you start question things you didn't before.
Why are your parents are always fighting?
Why's mom got bruises on her?
Why's she always so tired?
When you're a 13, you'll start to blame yourself for other people's problems.
You feel insecure, you grew out of your dresses, started wearing long sleeves, and hid yourself from others.
When you're 28, life gets worse and you become more insecure.
You have no one to ask you if you're okay, see what ordered, or walk in on you doing harm to yourself or attempting for the 3rd time this week.
When you're 80, if you make it, you'll regret hating how you looked when you were a teen or an adult. You've seen people fall, your parents, siblings, grandparents.
You'll regret things and want to try again at life, seeing as you missed so much from being so cooped up in your own mind.
So now all you can do, is tell others how beautiful they are.
Complement their dresses, arms, and ask them a simple "How are you doing?"
So they don't end up like you in the end.
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Girl In Pieces (My Version)
PuisiPoems like this, most of us can relate to. ⚠️trigger warning⚠️ This may bring back some bad memories but I still hope you enjoy.