Im a murder

I am a murder

I know that sounds weird 

But I killed the girl I used to be

The one who would smile at nothing 

and dance like no ine is watching

but now that girl is gone

She rarely ever smiles

and she no longer dances

Now she cries herself to sleep

She over thinks too much

and she cuts her self

I am no longer the girl I used to be 

That girl was happy and not hurting

That girl had a reason to be happy

What happened to that girl I used to be

Where did that girl go?

To be honest 

I really do not know

This poem is about: 
Me

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