What I Want
Sometimes when I see her,
this sad girl in my photographs,
I want to reach out to her -
tell her she's beautiful,
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tell her she's loved.
But then I remember that the sad girl is me,
and I realize that she'll really never listen to anything I say.
this sad girl in my photographs,
I want to reach out to her -
tell her she's beautiful,
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tell her she's loved.
But then I remember that the sad girl is me,
and I realize that she'll really never listen to anything I say.
Comments
Does she listen to what her friends say? Because we say that she is beautiful and loved too =)
You are intelligent, beautiful... God made you special... naming every hair on your head and forming you in your mother's womb. It is hard to remember these things... I know as I often have bouts of depression. But it is true whether we believe them or not. Not believing you are intelligent or beautiful does not make the fact not true... it simply you have yet to convince yourself of this truth. But truth remains while our feelings ebb and flow.
I do hope you have an IRL friend you listen to... go to her and let her encourage you. YOu deserve it.
Step back and let yourself really admire them.
Incredible, beautiful, brave, real and moving.
My favorite photo is the second to the last one, I love the perspective [and I always love black and whites].
And stacy too.
and ... well, and everybody else here.
She is you and she ALWAYS listens to what you say, so be careful to use your inner words wisely. Bad and good have equal effect. The big question is, which words are we all using more?
I wonder what they would say - if they could tell themselves?
Wow, very deep post.