What happened to that little girl?
The one with the pigtails.
The one who used to wear pink all the time.
The one that used to be smiling and laughing all the time.
The one that used to play with her dolls for hours on end.

That little girl left.
She left the day her dad died.
The day her life turned to hell.
The day..It all stopped mattering.

Now that little girl isn't so little anymore.
Now, her hair is always in her face.
Now, she hardly ever wears pink.
Now, she hardly ever laughs, or smiles, and when she does, it's fake.
Now, she sits alone in her room, for hours on end.

That little girl has a secret.
She just couldn't handle the pain anymore.
So she's started cutting herself.
Never deep enough to kill her self.
Just deep enough to melt the pain away.

But the pain only stays away for so long.
So then she has to do it again.
And again.
Will it ever stop?

Whose this little girl you ask?
It's me.






**My poem. Lazy with the colors. Make it pretty if you want, but give credit.