Lost*****

One thousand tears i cry,
Seeing the girl she has become,
i stare at her,
but it is not her that i see,
I see a lost and frightened girl,
hiding behind a mask,
hidden by falseness.
But she is still there somewhere.
Barely.
Tears form in my eyes as i see the monster i have created.
no one can be blamed but myself.
There was no room in society for that lost and frightened girl,
and so she mirrored me.
the girl that was once loved by all,
the girl that was once an individual,
Was too weak to stay true to herself.
The attention she craved so much,
she finally received
but everyone has a fatal flaw.
Attention became more important than a friends life.
so now i stand here and ask myself, what kind of girl has she become if she can do this to people.
as i stare at her wrists i realize.
She doesn't like What shes become either
Sliced open with a knife.
A self hater.
Is it just another cry for attention? or is it something more?
i know deep down inside her there is still that lost and frightened girl,
Who was too weak to stay true to herself,
but i i dont know if I'm the person who's meant to help her find that..