My story (as a poem)

[Bubbles37]

She used to be a happy girl.
Carefree.
Smiling and laughing.
She could take whatever life threw at her.
She bounced back.
She loved and was loved.
She even loved herself.
The eternal optimist:
"Even if it looks bad now," she would say,
"It will get better."
And it would, for her.
She loved life.
She knew she was going somewhere

Something happened, though.
An invisible creature attacked
And put out her light.
The monster killed that little girl.
All that's left is the shell:
Me

Now, this shell of a girl pretends she's fine.
She plasters on a smile
And doesn't let anyone in.
No one knows she's broken inside.
She hides her pain from everyone who cares.
They don't care about who she is now.
They loved that little girl
Before the monster stole a part of her.
So she pretends.
She acts like she's still whole,
But when she's alone
She cannot fake any longer,
She cannot fight,
And she lets the monster take over.
It feeds off of her
Until she feels completely hopeless and numb.
She does not want to live.

The monster has killed the girl she was.
She is merely the shell.
She is nothing.
She can't spend the rest of her life pretending to be
That happy little girl
Who is gone forever.

[Tigereyes]

That was beautiful...I could really relate to it.

[**Ordinary Day**]

I really like this. We have really similar writing styles.

[craz33me]

I really like it. It's similar to how i feel.
Great job

[Bubbles37]

Thanks, guys