This really nice lady came to school the other day.
She was preaching about self love and that little girl inside us all.
But what if that little girl is dead.
What if she died long ago with our innocence and self preservation.
What if I can't find that little girl inside my head.
The woman tells us that we would never hurt that little girl, would we?
I stared blankly at her because I never did. I'd never hurt my little girl inside me Because she's not there anymore.
I looked, I looked for so long. Searching through my boundless memories of yelling and screaming.
I know there is more and that there is happy inside me some where but every time I am forced to find that little girl those painful and scaring memories are all that are found.
They are all that I see.
And I wish, I wish I could find her again.
I miss her.
I miss me.
This woman told us that this little girl loves herself unconditionally and that if we find that little girl inside our self we will love our selves again.
Can I ever love myself again?
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
