Changing...
Since I have met you, nothing I do is the same. Before you, I was ashamed. Bleeding my wrists to avoid the pain.
Now I feel like the wind whispers your name. The fake me is starting to change and fade away.
If you were to know the real me, would you love her the same? If you knew me unburdened by pain? If you knew how much of a carefree spirit I was behind the sharade, would you love me the same?
I wish you knew. I wish I could show you.
I'm a damaged soul, but I am not without hope.
I am at peace among the trees and away from the memories. If I could just let go and stop pretending to be this girl that isn't me
