it was only ten years ago.. A girl with a dream.. To be a good person for all eyes to see. To be the best that she could be. Whom played with her dolls and cried out in the dark whenever she was alone. A friend to all and a sweet person. Whom couldn't hurt a fly. Whom look up and the sky... Searching for words with sighs.

she dreamed
she loved
she smiled
she laughed
she was.

... Everything she was.. Was.. Pure. Even if there was hate, touching, hurt, death.. It could not hurt the girl and make her cry..



when you see the girl now.. Everything has changed. No more a girl.. But a woman.. Alot of things had came into her life.. Things that.. Never should have happen... There was no heart inside just like a tin man... So cold and tight. Things.. Like love and heart pains.. Hid up tight.

she was sad
she was mad
she was pain
she was anger
she was lust
she was hollow.

if the girl from ten years saw such a monster.. She would have screamed and shout. Kikcing and screaming.. That would not be me... Would not be me.. To see.. Such a cursed thing... She hated it... She hated herself.