Gone

so many people have told me that they miss the girl I used to be, the girl who loved and hoped and dreamed. it almost pains me to tell them that that poor girl died a rather long time ago. she lived a life full of light and laughter, making her death all the more painful. her loved ones mourned her, laying her to rest in a field of daisies and sunflowers and other blooming things. they allowed her to return to the earth that had sustained her. from her body, more flowers grew and in them she found eternity. but eventually, those flowers died, leaving nothing but a cold and barren ground in their absence. all that was left of her was a shell of what she used to be. no longer bright, no longer joyous. no more laughter or dancing or making daisy crowns on warm spring days. flowers, sunshine, and music quickly became ice, razor blades, and pills. innocence lost to a world that was far too harsh for a girl with such a delicate soul. giggles replaced by tears, dresses, and skirts traded in for hospital sweat pants, our poor girl is now a sickly little thing. maybe it's for the best that the girl they knew is dead. I just pray that the girl she left behind lasts a little longer than she did.