If I ever had a time machine—
Would I stop everything that happened to me?
All the things I can't say out loud,
The ones that make my eyes sting.
The weight of pain I've carried.
Makes my heart heavy.
I hate my own self,
for my choices that led me straight into it all.
But if you ask me,
Would I stop that everything?
No.
"Let it happen to her."
"Cry, better break."
"And stand stronger than before."
As,
A naive girl,
You are nothing but a floor to others.