I know a girl,
with pain in her eyes
and sorrow in her soul
and regret in every fiber of her being.
I know a girl,
a very lovely girl
who hides much beneath
and no one ever notices.
I know a girl
with a shattered smile
with melancholy laughter on her lips
with scars on her soft, impressionable wrists
with doubt plastered upon her flawless brow.
I know a girl
who is “okay”
who is “fine”
who is just tired of this life.
I know a girl who is broken.
I love this girl who is falling apart.
I know a girl I want to fix.
