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.

 

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