The Girl

May 31, 2014

Looking off into the void space

I see a figure,

broken down physically and in spirit

Suitcases and tears grace her face

from the countless nights that she has cried

Dirt stains her teeth from the filth

that she has spoken of herself

It is if I have x-ray vision,

for I can see inside her soul

She is sick and alone,

for there is nowhere to turn to

nowhere to go

She looks so familiar

but I cannot place a name with the face

Who is she? As I look into her eyes,

I feel her pain, for we share the same past and shame

And then it hits me,

she is the girl I used to be

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