The days go on and on
Never ending if you ask me.
I look in the mirror, what I see,
well, is not me.
What i see,
is a girl who is broken, crying, and lack of sleep.
A girl who has nightmares 99% of the time.
A girl who accepts the verbal abuse, because she figures she deserves it.
A girl who knows she is smart, but feels stupid, because she's been told it so many times.
A girl who can't sew her heart back together anymore, theres no point.
A girl who is tired of promises and sorries.
A girl who is done, tired, and a let down.
This girl, is not me.
this girl is your sister, and YOUR daughter
that you called stupid, that you left in the middle of the night, that you let down, that you push to hard.
This girl is tired of coming second to alcohol.
This girl is tired of never satisfying you.
This girl is always being told 85% is never good enough, 90's are better.
This girl...is tired.
This girl..... is running out of time.
No where to go,
Not sure what she's going to do.
Not sure who's going to leave her next.
This girl, is stronger than she will ever realise.
This girl is a fighter for what she believes in.
This girl is smart
This girl knows what to do
This girl just needs to talk
This girl just needs someone to not walk away.
This girl...just needs something's once in awhile.
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