Fitting in
She screams at the top of her lungs, the raging fire has burned her eternally. No one listens to her. She quietly sits in her room, screaming, no one comes. It's come to near to end now, no it waits longer, tormenting her every thought, and nerve. Why won't anyone love her? What is wrong with her? Has she done nothing to prove herself worthy of his heart? Crying alone, death intentions flow through her mind. Embarrassed that she actually messed up. Her "Miss Perfect". They all watched her fall, they all laughed at her silly attempt to capture his heart. Forelorn, Suffering in her own hell. Why won't she get over him? Why can't anyone care? Why does everyone look at her so strangley? The smell of Death reaks in the room. She growls out of depression. She takes the bag of plant that will slowly consume her. Rolls it and lights it. No more care in the world. Her true love was taken away from her. She has no reason to live anymore. Why was she lying to herself? Why is her depression getting her? Why does a pig of a man hurt her so much? Laying on her bed, roll after roll. She finishes half the bag and leaves the world in nirvana. Sorrow leaves her body, Happiness blinded, Anger gone. She is nothing. She feels nothing. What is she doing? What's wrong with her? What's happening why can she see her body laying neatly in the bedroom? Her Body below. Her mother comes in. Looks at the plant that was taken and soon realizes, her little girl won't be coming back. For Once she could see that, someone did care, someone did love her, Her mother,but it's too late now, she's gone.
She screams at the top of her lungs, the raging fire has burned her eternally. No one listens to her. She quietly sits in her room, screaming, no one comes. It's come to near to end now, no it waits longer, tormenting her every thought, and nerve. Why won't anyone love her? What is wrong with her? Has she done nothing to prove herself worthy of his heart? Crying alone, death intentions flow through her mind. Embarrassed that she actually messed up. Her "Miss Perfect". They all watched her fall, they all laughed at her silly attempt to capture his heart. Forelorn, Suffering in her own hell. Why won't she get over him? Why can't anyone care? Why does everyone look at her so strangley? The smell of Death reaks in the room. She growls out of depression. She takes the bag of plant that will slowly consume her. Rolls it and lights it. No more care in the world. Her true love was taken away from her. She has no reason to live anymore. Why was she lying to herself? Why is her depression getting her? Why does a pig of a man hurt her so much? Laying on her bed, roll after roll. She finishes half the bag and leaves the world in nirvana. Sorrow leaves her body, Happiness blinded, Anger gone. She is nothing. She feels nothing. What is she doing? What's wrong with her? What's happening why can she see her body laying neatly in the bedroom? Her Body below. Her mother comes in. Looks at the plant that was taken and soon realizes, her little girl won't be coming back. For Once she could see that, someone did care, someone did love her, Her mother,but it's too late now, she's gone.