She used to be happier and she used to be patient.
Now.. I barely recognize her. She looks so different.
Most days she cries all the time and gets mad at everyone and everything,
Pushing away everyone from her side, incapable of handling a simple thing.
I know she’s scared and everything’s strange;
How can I look into her face and tell her to be brave?
She’s not confident in her skin, doesn’t see what to love in her body;
Comparing herself to everyone she sees, she knows she shouldn’t and feels sorry.
She thinks she’s unworthy of love after everything she went through.
Who’s gonna love her for what she’s made of? And then, make her love herself too?
She’s freaking out inside her mind, wondering what to do with her life,
Missing the days when she was fine and didn’t have to run to a glass of wine.
Feeling lonely every day; even when people are around;
Wondering all the time when she’s gonna be okay and when she will be proud.
Will she find herself and be okay? I hope for her to be free to be what she wants to be;
I hope she’ll find everything she wants for her life. All the love… actually, me.