BROKEN LITTLE GIRL
That little year died years ago
And nobody noticed
Now all they say is
How did that sweet little girl
Turn into this horrid creature
Now all i say is
Its ok i wouldnt choose me either
Every thing i do is never the right thing to do
Maybe I deserve this all
Why just why
Why am i still here
Because your born into a life
Where the hands that made you were just sculpting you To fit in
Now you live in a world
You don't fit in or stand out you're just in this middle ground
Numbness that you can't really feel what's going on around
Now you hide everything and never let them know the real you.
I have the label but the label doesn't help
They dont listen to what i need
To smart to need help
Not smart enough to constantly act
I beet myself up to the point of bruise and scars
But im attention seeking im being dramatic
That's the life of a broken girl
That broken girls me
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