I look at that girl,
the one in the mirror.
Is that really me?
That girl with the sore eyes.
The one with a broken smile.
What happened to her?
Then I remember all the pain.
All the nights she cried herself to sleep.
All the nights she couldn't even close her eyes.
All those days spent looking at a screen,
envying the girls that were living.
She longed for that,
for a connection.
But she feared vulnerability and honesty.
So she stayed cooped in her tower of her making.
Spending her days in deep sorrow.
Is this how to live?
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
I look at that girl,
the one in the mirror.
Is that really me?
That girl with the sore eyes.
The one with a broken smile.
What happened to her?
Then I remember all the pain.
All the nights she cried herself to sleep.
All the nights she couldn't even close her eyes.
All those days spent looking at a screen,
envying the girls that were living.
She longed for that,
for a connection.
But she feared vulnerability and honesty.
So she stayed cooped in her tower of her making.
Spending her days in deep sorrow.
Is this how to live?
