I wish to be that little girl
I once was before...

Let down, Blown away!
Pick of petals everyday...

You think your all that
When your really not...

Grieving loss
No more to give...

Someday you'll cry for me
Like I cried for you...

Everyday of her life
She walks around...

My dad is my hero
He knew me at zero...

Dearest mother,
How are you today...

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't pick up the pieces...

What if you saw my arm one day
And all those bloody trails...

People say they like to feel pain,
When the cut, burn, or hurt themselves...

This is pretty much like a play but in poetry like...
Girl: I thought you really loved me...