This Girl
There's this girl,
who was once very beautiful,
who saw beauty in the world,
who was very wonderful.
This girl was then hurt.
She didn't know how to deal with it,
she decided to put it in the dirt,
it was her way of hiding it.
This girl hid it very long,
no one knew she had pain,
no one knew she was hurt all along,
until she went insane.
This girl went suicidal,
she was unable to see,
what was possible.
This girl is me.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
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