Here’s the story of a girl,

Who once was dead inside.

A girl with shattered dreams,

No dignity; No pride.

Dark brown Liquid in a spoon,

The devil in disguise.

He swept her off her feet,

Then left her there to die.

But little did the devil know,

This girl was not a coward.

She fought with all her fucking mite,

Till she won back her power.

Through pain and struggle,

She found her way.

To a brighter dawn,

A brand new day.

So don’t let the devil tell you lies,

Orblind you from the truth.

Cuz today she stands before you,

As living, breathing proof.

That hope is never lost,

And dreams do, in fact, come true.

Listen closely ,

To the story I’ve told.

The story of a girl,

Who refused to be controlled.

Her story could be yours someday,

You never know what the future holds.

I know because I’ve lived her life.

And her scars are mine to keep.

Her story is my story,

Because this girl is me.