I came here today to tell you about love
About a girl, who much like us, was still very young
A girl who felt she had nowhere to run
A girl who felt no warmth in the sun
She was surrounded by people who truly did care
Though she felt that no one was ever really there
She wasn't depressed, she made that very clear
She simply felt alone and that was her greatest fear
Terrified of rejection, she became sheltered
So by pain and hurt she wouldn't be weathered
She would sometimes speak out, but never felt heard
So she soon refrained from muttering a single word
She felt so different, though she was much the same
Regardless, she chose to give herself a new name
A name that should never have been part of her change
A name that should have been so far out of range
Sick, that's what she chose to call herself
But not because of the type of illness she felt
Sick in the head, she thought she needed help
She thought everything was wrong with herself
Even still, the word hate never crossed her mind
When she thought about how she felt inside
So her emotions, she still chose to hide
And left absolutely nothing to the blind eye
It wasn't until someone brought up the blank look in her gaze
That this young girl finally felt something through the numbing haze
She admitted to the hurt, and the guilt, and the shame
She admitted everything, and still felt she was the one to blame
But letting it out, the words and the tears
Somehow helped her swallow down her darkest fears
Having someone next to her, having someone here
It eventually drowned out the voices in her ears
She began listening to everyone around her
And began speaking out when she felt underpowered
Slowly enough, her heart became lighter
Slowly enough, she felt like more of a fighter
Her once saddened mind, now felt a little safer
And her hatestricken heart held a little less danger
As the layers of pain slowly peeled away from her
And the tears she cried finally started to waver
Happy, she felt happy again
So happy she began wondering if it were a sin
She fell in love with life in the end
Fell so hard, she never fell out again
Love, that's what this young girl felt
I know this young girl fell in love with herself
Because that lonely girl, I knew her well
That girl was me, and this is my story to tell
YOU ARE READING
my diary
Random"you once told me our fingerprints don't fade from the lives that we touch. is that true for everybody? or was it just poetic bullshit?" ••• this place is mostly depressing, so don't say i didn't warn you.
