It happened again, I looked at the little girl that was always infront of me.
I knew she wanted to grew up. I knew she was trying to love herself, because lets face it, the hatred she felt for herself wasn't healthy and the worst part...no one noticed but me.
Looking at those hazel eyes, how could she be so sad? Most people would kill for what she has, but in a way it's understandable even though it's not an excuse for all the sadness this little girl was feeling.
She had lost so much, I had seen so many tears roll down her cheeks, it was in a way, different, her eyes turned green whenever she cried, her eyes turned empty although a different empty, 'cuz it was filled with a whole different thoughts and memories.
This little girl would make everything she could to make others smile but she could never smile for long, people did try but still it never lasted long.
Little girl, why do you let these moments of life take a bit from you? Why can't you just move on? It's normal