To the Broken Girl:
To the Broken Girl:
They told you perfection was a must
They stressed that you weren't good enough
You, yourself, felt as if you were a diamond in the rough
They felt as if you were disposable, that you were something that shouldn't be touched
To the Broken Girl:
The pain in your soul can’t be masked
No one understands the animosity you have
“Pretty” was the idea you wanted to grasp
But they said no matter what you did, you would always be last
To the Broken Girl:
The anguish became to much
That bottle of pills looks like something you need
The blade pressed to your arm, you watch as you bleed.
They never let you be you
Now they are going to see
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words can also hurt me.
To the Broken Girl:
I promise the bottle wasn't the only way
The blade is only a temporary sensation
I know how you feel
I'm always here for communication
To the Broken Girl:
You're strong
You're beautiful
Don't let them tell you different
You can change the world
Please open your ears and listen
To the Broken Girl:
I want to hold you
Please don't flee
I will never give up
Because that broken girl is me.