One day baby girl he is going to break your heart
The pain is going to feel like your life is falling apart
He is going to make you question your beauty and your worth
He is going to make you feel like you cannot get out of bed
The thoughts of defeat and pain will always be in your head
Baby girl this is heartbreak, baby girl this is pain
This pain will not last forever but right now it feels it will
When you look in the mirror you might not see yourself
You will question your beauty, you’ll question life itself
The world will feel unbearable to live in anymore
The comfort of the dark may feel like the best place to be
Almost everyday you will question your sanity
All the while you might think no one understands me
Baby girl I am here to tell you I am with you
The pain he put you through will not break you
Pick your head up beautiful, is what I will say to you
I will tell you that your beautiful in everyway
That the love you give yourself is what matters always
What happened does not mean you cannot be set free
We will work on this together just you and me
Let us look in the mirror so I can tell you this
A man does not define you and he cannot take your spirit
True love starts with God he will give and show you all you need
I am your mother we are going to get this right
I have been through this pain, and it broke me down
That is the reason that I am around
I will hold your hand and wipe your tears
Please remember baby girl I will always be here
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Maelyn Jeffers
Throughout my life, I have been through a lot of pain, and I want to share my stories because as bad as it was I survived. I AM A SURVIVOR!!!!
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