Crescent_Moon

everything
is a mess

the world 
seems to be
out of order

reality
is crashing down

we realize
what was lurking
right under 
the surface

my world
is collapsing

my perfect world

I want someone to
hold my hand
because it's dark
and I'm getting scared

I want someone
to guide me
I don't want
to be alone

If you
hold me close
I won't be afraid

If you
squeeze my hand

I look in the mirror
and what do I see?

I see a girl
who longs break free
of the glass

She sees girls
who seem so
comfortable
in their own bodies

She sees girls
who don't want
to rip themselves apart