I am not the person I once was.
I'm not the little girl who didn't know about the cruel world.
I found a quite place where I could write all the pain I felt on those long nights.
No one knows what I've been through and so they can't possibly understand,
that the brokenness doesn't leave just because the sun sets.
I'm sixteen and this is an age I never thought I would live too,
for when my body kept the bedroom door closed from all the havoc outside,
I wouldn't have ever imagined I would have made it out alive.