For a friend. We have all been that girl before and probably will be again. Just don't give up before you have a chance to experience it. It's life. It sucks. Feel it all. It's all a story. :)

We are the ones who stay up so many nights, studying the backs of our hands.
We search for something we may have missed, we try to understand.
We are the ones who pull out our hair, throw pictures down the hall.
We are the ones with no warning, no preparation, not a single clue, none at all.
We are the ones who stand in front of the mirror and pick ourselves apart.
We are the ones, who are fragile,

We are girls with broken hearts.

We walk among you, everyday, you hardly know we're there.
We smile and wave and go about our day, while inside we are hollow and bare.
It isn't that we want attention or need you to sympathize,
It's just that we are sick of ourselves and embarrassed of our lives.
How could we let this happen? How did we let someone so close?
How is it even possible to be alive but live as a ghost?
When did we become so pathetic? We know this isn't us.
We shield ourselves with walls we've built because we are afraid to trust.

We are the girls with broken hearts.
We hide behind smiles and laughs.
We have seen storms and the darkest of days.
But we know, this too shall pass.