to the girl I'm told is me

to the little girl who I'm told is me the one who smile stood out for everyone to see who's laugh was sprinkled in pounds of glee and now have cuts down to her knee does I'm sorry measure up to the sunken blade that i pressed in your skin, and will never fade? it's not enough for the times i left you shaking and afraid afraid of yourself and feeling betrayed i'm sorry does not stop the layers of skin from being hauled away like a bag of sin tell me now where do i begin? with memories im drowning ourself in - hannah :)