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.
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.
Birthday giveaway~1000 points [Closed] by Aphelps, journal
Birthday giveaway~1000 points [Closed]
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I know a girl
That cries at night
Salted tears that
Ruin her page
I know a girl
With blood on her hands
Who stares at her blood
Why her?
I know a girl
Who was hurt by many
But never truly
Healed.
I know a girl
That smiles, bright
When she hears that some-
-one. Cares
I know that girl.
She's healing
Slowly.
Learning.
I know a girl.
I know that girl.
I stand next to her.
I'll pray for her everyday.
I know a girl.
I know that girl.
She's healing
Just not overnight
I know a girl
Who hides her face
Who hides her tears
Who hides her blood
I know a girl
Who planned her death
Who planned her scars
Who planned her suffering
I know a
You are Bella. You're not an average teenager. You have a story unique in so many ways. When you were only 14 years old you ventured to a third world country. Your dream was to be a missionary, to spread the word (God's word), you wanted to make a difference in this world. So you went with a missionary team from your school to a country halfway around the world. Cambodia.
You witness many things...grief, hardship, perseverance and survival. You wittnessed a mother lose her new born baby girl due to their being not enough educated doctors. You watched as a elderly woman lay crippled unable to move on a cold hard wood floor, because she was too poor to afford a matris.
But it wasn't all bad.
You fed street children. You tought a swimming class to the local children so they wouldn't drown at the beach. You taught basic hygene to a remote community of Khami people. You handed out clothes.
This is only a small part of your story...but it is something you hold close to your heart.