I knew a girl who was happy. She talked to anyone, Always wanting to help.
I knew a girl who’s smile was broken but always gave advice so that people could smile.
I knew a girl who was raped at a young age but it Didn’t stop there. She felt like she had a target painted on her back she couldn’t go anywhere.
I knew a girl who was constantly told she wasn’t good enough. Everything she did was wrong. Her words, her expression, her brain wasn’t right.
I knew a girl with such hate for the world she imagined her room fucking broken in half. Bed frame in pieces, her window is smashed, broken pictures on the floor; blankets covered in glass.
I knew a girl.. who was also a daughter, She was happy, made people smile, but was too broken inside.
I knew a girl.. she’s no longer alive.