It's Nothing [BEING EDITED]

Innocent

She holds the baby in her arms,

It's not hers, but her friends.

She looks at the innocent little face,

Memories flooding her mind,

So many she can't breathe.

Memories of laughter,

Of her mother,

Of her father,

Of her family,

They way they used to be.

She used to be so sweet,

To everyone,

Everything.

Now she hates.

How could someone so loving,

So beautiful,

So innocent,

Cut her arms to shreds?

How could she become so hating,

So ugly,

So corrupt,

She doesn't recognize that girl anymore?

When someone asks her those questions,

She yells,

As loud as possible,

"ITS NOT ME,

ITS NOT ME!

DONT SHOW ME HER FACE,

ITS NOT ME!"

Not innocent anymore.

No longer loving,

Beautiful,

Nor innocent.

They hate who she's become,

And so does she.

But the only problem is,

She doesn't remember how to be,

Be that girl who loved so much.

Her family always thought she was a blessing,

Till she grabbed that blade,

Just to test it out,

To feel it,

To try it.

Now she's so addicted,

She doesn't even know what loving is,

What beauty is,

What innocence is.

After all,

How could we all?

The questions we all ask,

"Am I loving?"

"Am I pretty, am I beautiful?"

"Am I innocent?"