I miss the little girl you used to be,
you're now just a shell of who I used to see.
Your eyes used to twinkle as you found something funny,
but now they are dead and you barely smile, honey.
You used to dream the impossible and had hope in your heart,
but I've seen the way the world broke you - now destruction is your art.
You couldn't be protected from the evil presence,
so you escape reality with the drugs that give you pleasance.
You used to cry when you grazed your knees on the floor,
but now you don't even flinch when you cut your wrists to the core.
You used to ask why people would want to die,
but now you understand all too well as you lay in bed and cry.
You used to pretend tic tacs were medicine as you popped them on your tongue,
but now you sit with hundreds of pills in your hand wondering whether life is worth it; you're only young.
You used to be full of life and enjoyed most of your days,
but now you're dead behind your mask and you're always in a daze.
He may have won the last eleven battles as you tried to end your life,
but I am telling you that you will win this war this time and above him you shall rise.
I miss the little girl you used to be,
you're now just a shell of who I used to see.