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