I'm much stronger now, Much braver now Than I was then.
Before I was apathetic, And reckless. I didn't care If I lived Or if I died It didn't matter, And I put myself in a plethora Of dangerous situations I narrowly escaped, And I had only escaped Because something in me Made me think on my feet.
And I wonder if you would have Understood Or thought less of me.
I was a different person, And after I lost that innocence Or the only part of me that people care If it's innocent or not I began to not care What really happened to me And that was more dangerous Than anything else.
A lot happened to me That I had no control over, That I had been forced into Or worse, it had been forced upon me,
But there were other things I chose That ended up being dangerous And other things I did That I'm lucky I got through Without breaking entirely.
Most of these things I did for people Who threw me away.
And that's okay. I don't need them. Never really did, When I stop to think about it.
But it hurts to think They thought I needed them.
And I wonder if any part of you would have cared About the sad goth girl, Who used to walk with a doll in her arms, Insisting to be called "Blood," And would lash out at those Who dare harm anyone She cared for.
Not much has changed, I'm not sad anymore though, And I'm not goth. I prefer the names you call me, Whether it be my own or something else, And I'd still lash out though, If someone tried to harm you.