I want you to know that I remember you.
I remember the girl who blushed bright at being called cute,
Who was told she was nothing but tried anyway.
I remember the girl who carved names into trees,
Who slashed down the names of people who left her,
I remember the girl who fought to remember.

I remember the girl who punched those trees.
The girl who tried to run and run and run,
Who scared the boys at school with her anger.
I remember the girl who could bleed and bleed,
Who would hide her face behind her hair,
I remember the girl who fought not to care.

I am the girl who carries her past inside her.