Her heart used to be so full
She used to be happy and joyful.
Now her heart is dull and empty,
And she is not the same little girl,

Her eyes once lit with a bright light
Her light burnt out,
And she is not the same little girl

Her smile used to be a real smile
Now she fakes it everyday
She is not the same little girl

Her wrist used to be clean
No scars and no burns
But now her wrist start to bleed,
And everyone knows;
She is not the same little girl

                                  ~ Anonymous