Thoughts of the Fallen

I Was Once...

This poem was a little different from what I usually write. It was written for a friend of mine, and we sort of combined our experiences to make this. 

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I was once a miracle

So curious and fun

Getting into everything

at the bubbly age of one

I was once as pure as snow

so innocent and new

Abuse was not a concept

at the tender age of two

I was once a blessing

My parents wished for me

They said I was a Godsent

at the wondering age of three

I was once quite studious

obssessed with elven lore

They said I taught myself to read

at the lovely age of four

I was once adventurous

with a dream to fly

I cried about my lack of wings

at the curious age of five

I was once a dreamer

and often would I mix

reality and fantasy

at the crazy age of six

I was once a quiet girl

they said that it was heaven

but I was better off as dead

at the silent age of seven

I was once a graceful girl

I never tempted fate

but I started getting bruises

at the clumsy age of eight

I was once a truthful girl

I said that I was fine

But all I ever spoke were lies

by the truthless age of nine

I was once a lustless girl

I never looked at men

but men all seemed to look at me

by the lusted age of ten

I was once a sinless girl

I'd abstained from the seven*

but I didn't really give a damn

by the blackened age eleven

I was once a hopeful girl

I thought we'd leave ourselves

but They made sure to kill that hope

by the lonely age of twelve

I was once a broken girl

I'd lost my loving sheen

My bones were brittle, cold as ice

by the heartless age thirteen

I was once a deadly girl

For I was stuck between

the choices of my life and death

by the darkness of fourteen

I was once an angry girl

I often caused a scene

Drawing blood and raising hell

by the furious age fifteen

I am now a different girl

Who want's to be a marine

I still deal with depression

at my gothic age sixteen

*The seven refers to "The Seven Deadly Sins"