I used to pick flowers
smile
believe the world was only good
I've grown into a broken shell of a girl
slammed
bruised
on the floor
barely breathing
I can't help but hate what I am
I deserve every strike I absorb
precise slice I make
I don't know when i began to ffall
But I know there is no way to get back
to the girl that picked flowers
Jennifer K
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-i-used-to-be-3/
