I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.
I feel broken inside and I just can't believe I'll ever feel any differently. I don't know how to heal myself. I try but just when I think I'm getting somewhere, it disappears like sand through my fingers. Will I ever feel whole again?
Poem: There will be times in our life that we would want to do something that we think will make us feel alive or make this life more meaningful. But as long as we do things that our heart desires it could make us happy and make us feel we are alive.