*trigger warning*

I have become the ashes
of a good human being,
The only thing left
of a girl who's not breathing.

Darkness has managed,
to consume my head.
And its conquest,
it follows ahead.

I wish for the past
to come back and change,
though I know in my heart,
I'd still do it the same.

The whole day I sit,
and wonder what could've been,
if I hadn't been born this way,
what would have happened,
if I'd grown up okay.

Who would I be today,
if I had never heard a fight?
What would I be today,
if I'd never woken at night,
terrified at the sight,
and the fear of a weapon,
being used with that might?