How it started

I used to be full of color and giggling. I loved every one and i never wanted to do anything bad. I wanted to be friends. I was innocent once. But then people started hurting me. And i had to make up lies

Im
Broken

But then over the years it got worse. Bullying and mental abuse. Nightmares. Abandonment. Being forgotten. Being asked why im talking cause no one listens. Asking why im alive cause no one knows.

So now

So now i have to make my own happiness. Without the color i had. Now i make my happiness and people are scared.

This me.