*Insecure
broken down
beaten until she hits the ground.
All alone
bruised and battered
wasn't like she really mattered
face stained with tears
she's tired of holding back her fears
All of her scars show
but her tears cannot be seen
none of her friends care
at least that's what it seems
we have so much in common
how could this be
it's because that small girl
is me*
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
*Insecure
broken down
beaten until she hits the ground.
All alone
bruised and battered
wasn't like she really mattered
face stained with tears
she's tired of holding back her fears
All of her scars show
but her tears cannot be seen
none of her friends care
at least that's what it seems
we have so much in common
how could this be
it's because that small girl
is me*
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