There is something missing from behind her eyes.
Nothing but lies and crys for help.
The days where she was popular seem to have quickly drifted away.
She doesnt understand nor does anyone else.
In a room full of people she is alone.
Trying to drown the thoughts of death.
But the days went by and she grew colder and sader. no one helped so she couldnt help herself.
The thoughts of death crept upon her while she slept. and they took over her unforgiving soul.
The blood dripped, the blade slised and the pain took her to her coffin, where she lay to this day.
