I miss the girl that made everyone happy and didn't self-harm, wasn't suicidal. I miss the girl that had tons of friends. I miss the girl that didn't need cheering up because she was always happy. I miss the girl who used to be me.
I absolutely love this poem as well as the idea that Persephone was not, in fact, kidnapped, but instead willingly ate the pomegranate seeds to stay with Hades <- There was a version of the myth where she did just that.