I lift my head up,
yearning to become the girl I once was.
But I can't.
So I just sit there on the ground,
Shaking and covering my scars.

A voice tells me:
'Get up and try again.'
Yet sometimes the pain runs too deep
and getting up is worse
than falling down.

Broken and bleeding,
all I can do is cry
while I wait for the blod clot
that never came...