You're not a little girl anymore.
Trust
me, I know.
You've lived through alot in the past
few years.
You've pressed that bottle to your lips to try to
escape. You've taken
just one hit to try and impress everyone. You've held that
razor to your
skin, trying to find something real, not just
tears . You've ended up in
that back seat before. You might have even given him what he
wanted.
You've snuck out to go to that
party.
You've lost your faith in God.
You've stayed up and cried more than
once.
You've begged to die.
Trust
me
I've
been
in
your
place.
You're
going to
be just
fine.