Age 5
Pigtails and laughter
Bright eyes
Believing she was beautiful
Age 10
Curly and a smile
Dull eyes
Believing she was okay
Age 13
Loose hair and a frown
Darkening eyes
Believing she was never good enough
Age 15
Straight hair and tears
Lifeless eyes
No longer believing in anyone or anything
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~Fucked up world~
Poetry"The paper and pen was there for me when no one else was.." Here I'll write my own and others poems about depression. I will be writing on both English and Swedish. I don't want people to hurt them selves, I just want to write everything down. Pleas...
