The Real Me?
Who am I?
Most people don't know the answer to that question when asked.
The real mean me is a sad lost girl
Whose father left her and her mother
Whose stepfather also left her
She is a girl who doesn't know how to love
She's to scared to love
Too scared to care
She is a girl who randomly cries when she is alone
She is the girl who hides her depression and anger from everyone
I am the girl who has to force herself each day to get out of the bed
I am the girl who sometimes wishes she was dead
I am the girl who finds it hard to find joy
I just want to be left alone
No one understands my pain and suffering
I am alone
Thinking no one loves me and I am worthless
But I must push through this pain so I can keep my secret
I am screaming so loud, screaming out for help
But it is as though I am whispering because no one has come to help me
One day the girl finds the guy of her dreams
It was like she was living in a fairytale
That was until...
He broke her heart
She loved him with all her heart
She gave him everything and he just took it for granted
He didn't seem to care
He made her forget about all her sadness and family issues
He never judged her for baggage
He just loved her for whos he was
And that is all that mattered
So,
She took him back
Even with all his flaws because she had some too
Together they were an inseparable mess
But for once in her life she was happy and worry free again
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