*Trigger* No offence people but this is what I think of my inner child . My inner child is dead . I buried her in the yarra river along with the pills I intended to take a few weeks ago . She exists of nothing but unpleasant memories. The inner child who was hurt is now gone forever . I am a person who can now protect herself . I am not her anymore, I am no longer a timid kid but a fighter - I fought against the odds and I am seeing what I can really do with my potential now . I mourn her lost childhood but I cannot not dwell on it anymore - the past is long gone by and I shouldn't allow the memory of abuse to rule my life anymore - it is getting exhaustive . I am my own child , I am my own fighter and I rule my own destiny and future.