The girl was young. Naive. Innocent. And as she grew, she felt she was happy. She felt that she was loved. She felt like nothing would ever go wrong. But everything does at some point. And this young girl's world seemed to just shatter into pieces, and she tried desperately to put it back together, but the wounds in her hearts were too deep. This young girl felt the happiness she had before slip away between her fingers. And the terrible pain of sadness washed over her, killing her slowly inside. She cried. She wanted her old life back. She wanted the pain to just go away. She wanted to be happy once more.
She tried to run. She tried to escape. But it always came back.
And she continued to cry. Slowly dying inside as she watched time go by, never stopping.
The girl was young. Naive. Innocent. And as she grew, she felt she was happy. She felt that she was loved. She felt like nothing would ever go wrong. But everything does at some point. And this young girl's world seemed to just shatter into pieces, and she tried desperately to put it back together, but the wounds in her hearts were too deep. This young girl felt the happiness she had before slip away between her fingers. And the terrible pain of sadness washed over her, killing her slowly inside. She cried. She wanted her old life back. She wanted the pain to just go away. She wanted to be happy once more.
She tried to run. She tried to escape. But it always came back.
And she continued to cry. Slowly dying inside as she watched time go by, never stopping.
"Why me?" she would ask.
And never got an answer.