My Dark Poetry

Memories

I love looking at old pictures,

Of my family and I.

I like to remember the good days,

The ones when I didn't hurt
myself,

And I ate everyday.

The memories,

That remind me of the little girl I used to be,

Before everything changed.

I used to be so happy,

And innocent,

Not knowing,

Of all of the hard times,

I would face in the future.

As I look at this little girl,

I want to warn her,

Of what the world can do,

But I know she will still be happy,

And not listen to me,

If she could.

Because this little happy girl,

Was young,

And innocent,

She wouldn't believe,

That she would become a person like me.