I cried for the little girl who was bullied in elementary.
I cried for the little girl who is hit by her mother and step father.
I cried for the little girl who just wanted to be liked.

I cried for the smart girl who tried her best at everything.
I cried for the smart girl who fell in love too early.
I cried for the smart girl who felt alone.

I cried for the teenage girl who had good friends she lied to.
I cried for the teenage girl who cheated on boys.
I cried for the teenage girl who wanted to take her life.

I cried for the distant girl who lost her way.
I cried for the distant girl who wants to run away with the army.
I cried for the distant girl who just wanted her mother to hold and listen to her.

I cried so hard and so long until I didn’t feel anything.
I cried so heavily that I was afraid I couldn’t breathe.
I cried so quietly so no one would hear.

This is the story of a woman one night who decided to cry for those girls.
This is the story of an eighteen year old woman who cried for herself.
This is the story of me.