She

Daily she would wonder why
Why her life fell apart so fast
Leaving her in it's wake
Lost forever
Hiding her problems
Soon she realized that no one really cared
She saw that they would pretend to make her feel better
but that soon died
No one would talk to her anymore
No one would say
Hey how are you?
How's your day?
They would just sit there talking to everyone but her
Letting her sit there staring at the list of people online
wishing,
hoping,
praying,
that someone would start a conversation with her that lasted for a while
Whenever she started a conversation they would say a few things
Then they'd go back to the people they actually cared about
and talk to them about how they broke a nail
When sitting there all alone she'd cry from the feeling of nails
Nails being driven into her heart
Making her feel like shit
Making her want to die
She wanted it all to be over
She wanted it to end,
but no matter what she did
The pain was to much
She couldn't take the knife
She was afraid of the gun
So she was stuck suffering
When nobody really cared about what happened to her
She was drowning in the life she lived
All she ever wanted was to be liked,
loved,
and noticed
but she never got any of that
No all she ever got was silence
From the people she thought friends
They would sit there ignoring her
Soon she submerged herself into silence
Only just able to deal with the hurt and pain
Only one thing could do that to
Her sports
her writing
her studies
but soon she realized she sucked at everything
She'd never be the pretty, noticed girl she wished to be
but she'd always be the girl who
was forgotten and left to rot in herself
When she was gone people hardly ever thought of her
When they did they couldn't even remember her name
All she was to them was that girl who disappeared
All of it started when no one would take her as herself
So what if she was loud, hyper, and somewhat obnoxious?
It's not like she could help it
It was her, and she wasn't going to pretend to be someone she wasn't
She may have wished, dreamed, and hoped for a better life
of being noticed
but she wasn't willing to be something she wasn't for that.
That's what ended up keeping her spirit alive
She was different than the pencil thin barbies that were good at everything
She had flaws
She didn't change to fit in
She was herself
Even if she suffered for it
She learned to live with it
Her depression often got to her, but somehow she survived