The girl I once was

  I'm not going to say that I'm someone who walks around saying woe me, because I'm not. i honestly love life and the adventures of it and every day i hear my own laughter, and not the cute boy is talking and making jokes so i better giggle kind of laugh, i mean the laugh that makes you remember that moment and you don't want to ever forget that, that feeling of pure sweet happiness... that moment were everything seems perfect in the world, and any problems you have or any mistakes you made are gone, and for those few priceless seconds, you understand happiness.
  mistakes change us, even when we aren't the one that makes them some times they make us stronger, weaker, braver, a cowered, and sometimes simply broken...

Every day I look in the mirror expecting to see something that I want to see,

I need to see something I love,

Or at least something that I like…

Maybe I’m not happy with what I see because I’m just not happy or maybe because after everything I’ve had to live with, in some ways,

I’m broken…

My heart when it was perfectly intake it was beautiful, now that it’s ruined, it’s hideous.

I am a broken sad part of someone who once brought love to a room.

Someone who used to be a person that others wanted to know.

Others wanted to fall in love with.

Because that girl was happy, nice, kind.

Now I’m broken, ruined, sad, mad, depressed.

And I don’t think that I can ever completely be that girl again.

Sometimes I can see her, the girl I once was…

And those moments I want to hold onto forever, because they are almost never seen.

I hope that one day some will see my broken heart and want to find a way to fix it; because he will love me enough to find any way he can to make me okay again.

I just hope he will always do that for me, when I’m broken he will fix me, when I’m fighting tears that he will hold me together.

 Because he will love me.