She was just a broken girl,
in a broken world.
She used pen and paper
to write out her thoughts.
But she could never find a way
to portray what she had been feeling deep inside her loud mind.
No one understood.
And that's what bothered me the most.
How.
How could she be so lost in the pain,
that no one could ever find her,
helplessly begging to be free.
A past so vivid,
she never could forget what had happened.
Paper heart,
ripped to shreds.
Rivers of tears behind those bloodshot eyes,
waiting to be unleashed.
A broken girl,
that's all she was.
