I want to be that girl

As tears stroll down.
They drip onto this photograph.
The pain I feel flushing as it rises through my veins.

I wish I could be that girl.
The one before the abuse.
Her smile so real, it could build a rainbow from her tears.

I miss that girl.
The girl before she was assaulted.
The girl before she was used and wiped cleaned.

I want to be that girl.
Just tell me why I can't be that girl?
I had to succumb to evil, and pain.
Yet why can't I still be her?

I fucking miss her. Dammit.
I scroll and scroll hoping I can wake up in her bedroom.
Just wondering if time could flashback for a mere second and place my soul back where she was.

She ran, and she felt,
and she was full of health.
I forget that she fought, I forget that she begged herself to keep going.

Her life was never easy.
She yearned to leave, to find an escape.
Then she did, and now she yearns to be that girl.

The girl in the photographed blushed, and found.

That girl she used to be.