morganhewitt
I am a writer. A lover. A singer. A dancer. A wisher. I will love until the end of time. Dead inside, but my eyes are alive.
The Girl I used To Be
I wish I was still the girl I used to be.
I used to actually smile and be happy.
Now here I am, suffering in silence.
Darkness clutches me from the depths of my soul.
The life I had I can't have back.
The monsters are screaming inside my head.
I only feel safe under the covers in my bed.
The mistakes I made have not been forgotten.
What I hide is buried deep inside.
To know, to love, to breathe.
It hurts to know that I'll never be the girl I used to be.
I'm not fake.
I just don't think I am the same in anyway.
Where did she go?
Is she still here?
Or did she run away, away from herself?
And decided to become who she is today.
She is me.
I am her.
The feelings are real.
Her truth is sealed.
The mistakes changed me, but the question is;
DID THEY CHANGE HER?
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