I was Me

Lets compare stories
How many scars?
How many worries?

How many late nights?
Wet with tears and blood
Knowing no end
To the endless flood.

Re-living dreams
filled with lies and hate
I wonder
Is it too late?

To go back to the perfect life
No cuts
No scars

No damaged mind
No horror
Not just the rind

Of who I used to be
Happy
I was me.

STOP

And she carved STOP into her arm.

They're just scratches. She can stop at any time.

Sure.

Just stop caring about her. Leave her alone. Let her figure it out herself. Let her feel the pain. The hatred. The hurt. Let her cry.

She doesn't know who she is. Or who she should be.

She doesn't know what she is good at. What she should excell at. What friends to have. What clothes to wear.

She's stressed.

There's too much pressure for the "perfect girl" her family sees.

There's no ending. No Stopping.