Who was I before this awful mess?
What did I look like?
Before the scars
Before the pain
Did I have hope in my eyes?
Did I have happiness on my lips?
I wish I knew
I wish I knew who I once was
But I don’t
And I will never know
Now the hope is lost
And the happiness has faded
The only thing I see
Is a girl
A girl so lost she has no soul
A girl that’s gone
A girl that’s empty…
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This feels like such a genuine write. I truly enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.
I can relate to this, very well. I spent the past couple of year’s picking my own brain, in an effort to write my debut book.
I hope one day you’re able to find her.
Believe me, you’re not alone in this. I’ve felt this way many of times, but it’s our perseverance that keeps us going and makes us stronger. Good piece.