I used to pick flowers <br /> smile <br /> believe the world was only good <br />I've grown into a broken shell of a girl <br /> slammed <br /> bruised <br /> on the floor <br /> barely breathing <br />I can't help but hate what I am <br />I deserve every strike I absorb <br /> precise slice I make <br />I don't know when i began to ffall <br />But I know there is no way to get back <br />to the girl that picked flowers<br /><br />Jennifer K<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-i-used-to-be-3/
