Faded memories of a naive little girl,
optimistically believing in the world,
its people,
herself.
Lost is the spark in her eyes,
her lust for life,
laughter,
existing.
Split open wounds in straight lines along her arms,
thighs,
and heart.
Gone with her ability to hold onto happiness,
love,
peace.
Broken is her mind,
body,
soul.
Broken is she.
Faded is the faith she had in people,
people hurt you.
Lost is the part of her that wanted to hold onto hope,
hope is a set-up for disappointment.
Split between loving herself and letting herself go,
loving her is hard.
Gone with her will to live,
life isn't worth it
Broken records repeating in her Broken mind telling her how Broken she is,
that she needs to be fixed
that all her redeeming qualities have Faded,
Lost behind the worst parts of her,
Split between making the naive young girl proud and giving up,
Gone is the last version of her she actually liked
Left behind is a girl Lost, Broken, Split, Faded
Void.
