mi princesa
my niece is two years old. she’s innocent, and beautiful. she has the purest soul.
I pray the world does not break her, yet I know she can’t be saved. I wish every night she never starves herself, she never has her makeup caked.
I hope to God she only thinks of depression as a ten letter word, and suicide is only heard of on the news. I beg to shooting stars that she never lets a boy determine her worth, that she never allows him to leave her heart bruised.
God, don’t you ever let her cry herself to sleep, never let her face death alone, Don’t let her drink away the pain, and God, if you’re listening, never turn her precious heart to stone.
my niece is two years old. she’s fucking beautiful. she has the purest soul. I won’t let it be stolen.
