The Little Girl

I wrote this today while thinking about the little girl that I used to be. I've always had low self-esteem but I've never struggled with it like I do now. I used to be so much brighter, so much happie

one. a little girl lives inside of your heart
she sees the magic in the every day
believes in a beautiful world you aren’t sure is real
with her eyes she pulls fairy dust out of daylight
and with her laughter she breathes your soul to life
you love her, but she scares you
two. the little girl tells you stories, dreams
whispered in the late hours of night
when no soul should be awake
she wants to learn to fly, to swim with mermaids
she dreams of saving the world with the power of love
the worst part is that you almost believe that one day she will
three. that little girl holds your hand
and she tells you that you are worthy
she says that your laughter is the most beautiful sound
and that one day you’ll remember what it’s like to be good enough
she calls your soul beautiful and says that you’re magic
she says that one day you’ll learn to see it too
four. you never believed in magic, but for her you could have
you never loved yourself, but for her you might have tried
but every promise she makes is a step closer to the edge
but the world has taught you that little girls like you do not fly
you had dreams once, too, but now hers are just a hollow reminder
the world is not beautiful, and neither are you
five. why did you kill her? that little girl inside of your heart
she only wanted to see the stars
she only wanted to breathe in the universe
and exhale something even more beautiful
she could have, if you let her
she could have done so many beautiful things
but you were too afraid, weren’t you?
didn’t you know that she was already brave enough for the both of you?