Broken girl

I see myself through your eyes,
I see a broken girl, no longer desires and no longer dreams. 
She’s breaking, 
in front of you.
You try to help, 
but she’s not letting you in.

I see myself through your eyes, 
I see a broken girl, 
longing to be understood and accepted. 
But it’s hard when she’s acting all too different, 
Which forces you to try and make sense of who she is. 

I see myself through your eyes, 
I see a broken girl, 
acting too cautious as she climbs up a slippery slope, 
You wonder why, 
She prefers to hide in the darkness, 
But this darkness that she carries has been around since the day her innocence was stolen, 
by a man behind her computer screen.

I see myself through your eyes, 
I see a broken girl,
that’s been ripped apart by another man who had her before. 
Her wounds have healed, 
but her mind remains shattered. 
Along with the scars that tell the story of a broken girl, 
Battling the two demons that still roam this world. 

I see myself through your eyes, 
I see a broken girl that is crying for help, 
Begging to be saved from the tragedy she faced.
It doesn’t help, 
because her mind isn’t like yours,
So try to understand, 
So that she can be saved from the depths of despair.