Peta was never nïeve, even as a child he knew the legend of the lost kingdom was fiction, nothing more than a story parents told their children to distract them from the hell of their war-torn nation and the devastation they witnessed around every corner. It was just a legend. A story of freedom, piece and happiness. A place where fear did not belong. A perfect world where citizens traipsed around in white gowns and people didn't have to lock their houses because there were no thieves, even the roads were said to be paved with gold. A place like this was impossible.
Peta kicked at a disregarded can as he wondered down the street, gunfir
There was once a girl,
Who smiled everyday,
Who laughed with her friends,
Who hid her pain,
There once was a girl,
With scars on her arms,
Who wore long sleeves,
Who cried when she was alone,
There once was a girl,
Who planned her death,
Who wrote a note,
Who left it on her bed,
There once was a girl,
Who was on the edge,
Who was tired of living,
Who was sick of lies,
There was once a girl,
Who felt alone,
That girl was me.
I have scars,
They tell a story,
They show pain,
They show survival,
They show weakness,
They show strength,
But I'm more than that,
My scars do not define me,
My scars do not make me who than I am,
I am more than my scars,
I am me,
I have scars,
I have a story,
I am a survivor.