Is it possible that i was once that little girl running around with all of her new friends on the first day of school? Is it possible that I was once that pre-teen getting good grades and had a future? Is it possible that I was once that teenager who could smile so easy?
I ask myself these questions as I think about how the last couple of years have changed me. As I sit here on my bedroom floor with a razor blade, waiting for myself to shut down, but i cant go through it again. So I think back to all my happy memories and ask where did it all go. I was so inocent, then, I never knew I would be hurting so badly now. I want to go back to those days and fix every wrong doing...............But I know it's not possible.
-megan-
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A day to remember is the day I forget.
A day to forget is the day I remember.
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