I met this girl who holds all her pain, anger and suffering like its glass,
Who’s gotten so used to carrying it,
That even tho it bruises her shoulders,
She won’t let go,
I watch and stare wishing I could help,
I don’t even know if she knows what it’s like to be happy,
I met this girl, but she wouldn’t full let me inside,
Because when everyone in her life let her down,
Why would she trust a stranger,
This girl I am learning for a long time lived in lack,
So even when the love was wrong,
She will still always take them back,
Because something is better than nothing at all,
But is love really love when they’re the same one pushing you to fall?
As I watch this girl get older,
She grew to a point that she thinks she can’t trust anyone anymore,
But can I blame her? No.
But the girl I met still lingered within her still,
Her pain turned into oceans of sorrow,
And with all this pain became empty,
She was never thought how to deal with all this pain,
I met this girl who holds all her pain, anger and suffering like its glass,
Constantly being told that the way she feels will one day pass,
But one day she’s frustrated and she’s never been one to yell,
So she fell to the ground and starts crying so hard,
Guess what fell
And all the pieces shatter,
All the shame and the guilt,
she tries her hardest to pick them up,
But you know how the saying goes,
You can’t fix glass,
I saw this girl wounded on the floor,
And I saw her pick herself up and say,
“I don’t want to carry this anymore”