Look at her, how she goes. Her head held high, her back out straight. Doesn't care her world's crumbled, doesn't see her foes around her. Just wants to break free of all the things they say she has to be, escape from the world they have put upon her. She doesn't care she's all alone Because she knows, they are all wrong.

I loved you once but now I can't seem to remember you. I don't know how your voice sounded. I don't know what your face looked like when you were happy. I don't know what to do to take a sad thought out of your mind. I loved you.. once.. I think I know I depended on your presence, I know I craved your laughter, and I know I got high just by knowing that I was the one making you laugh like that. I know I would have broken any rule just to never see you unhappy, and that I never thought of me. Did I love you? I'm sorry, I can't remember. Were you the one who picked me up when I was left broken and undone? No, you were the one who left me broken on that floor. Were you the one who called me on my shit? No, I was the one calling you on yours. Were you the one who cried just because I was hurting myself? No, you were the one encouraging me to do it. Were you the one who I damaged and hurt so much by just loving someone else? I think so. But your reasons were all wrong. I know. You were the one who never could pick herself up, and kept bringing me down.

You aren't but the sum of your parts. And what parts those are. Everybody took what you had to offer, and left you with no innocence anymore. You gave all you had to give, because you didn't think there'd be any other way to feel. They took your happiness, your youth, your childhood, your naivety, the air you breathed. They took your life, and showed you loneliness and pain much too soon. They left you broken, bleeding on the floor and you had no one but yourself to help you pick you up. You didn't know any better, how could you? You had always just known stability and shine. You picked every part strewn across the room, and tried to reassemble them as best as possible, like a puzzle that doesn't have a guide-map. Made yourself a new body to inhabit. Made yourself a new you. And nobody ever understood what happened to that bright little girl who is no more, because they never saw you, not really, so they didn't see the monsters that killed you.