Fictional

Hope I'm not the one to make you hurt.
Hope I'm not the one who fills you with pain.
I hate to see you broken,
crushed down and maimed.

I know you do it to yourself,
Yet I can't help but feel bad.
You're a sickened child,
curled up in a corner,sad.

Why are you crying?
Is it because of me?
You need to find some hope,
or forever a child you'll be.

Always throwing tantrums,
just to get attention,
it's not very flattering,
also I may mention.

It's true I feel sorry,
but you've done this so long,
build yourself up to high,
you fall and everything is wrong.

What happened to that girl,
who giggled and glowed?
She fell in love,
but couldn't keep her heart stowed,

Away, so others couldn't rip it.
Instead it was on her sleeve,
for all eyes to see,
with that little, she has achieved.

Except for breaking herself,
and falling down, down, down,
until I can't find that same girl,
as if she's moved to a different town.

It's quite sad you see,
but its all because,
she decided to fall in love with he.