Used to be Me: Poetry

 

That girl you see there
Sitting Alone
In that corner
With the black hoodie on
That used to be me

See how she’s so silent
So quite
You can everything around her
But her
That used to be me

Do you see that one her arm
Those marks
The lines
They stick out like a sore thumb
That used to be my arm

Don’t  you see the blood
The scars
The scabs
How bad it must hurt
That used to be my arm

But what you don’t see
Is how much emotional pain she holds
How much heart ache
How many tears she has cried
But I know

I know because
That used to be me
I used to be her
That girl
Over there in the corner

 

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