She's broken,
She's upset,
She's not perfect,
She's not happy,
She's scared of knives,
She's scared of rejection,
She's the girl with anger,
Frustration,
Panic Attacks,
A fake smile,
A forced laugh,
The dark clothes,
The black mascara,
The blue eyes,
That seem to leak,
The lips that part,
For choked sobs,
The earbuds,
That seem to keep her calm,
The mind,
Which loves to haunt her,
She's so beautiful,
Yet so gentle,
So shy,
So...
Broken.
That girl sounds horrible doesn't she?
The saddest part is the girl I described is me.
