A young girl sat on the school steps as people pass her by, trying to find something to look forward to.
But noting came to mind. Her past was behind her and all opportunities were lost.
She now found herself alone even though she was surrounded by so many people.
Someone once told her that, that was the worst feeling.
Apart of her was tired and wanted to leave the life she had screwed over another part longed to be accepted because the people kept her alive.
She wanted to live so badly but she was afraid that maybe her "friends" would cast her aside.
But was this fear worth dieing for?
She thought hard and asked herself "Will today be the day I show my courage or shall I just hide."
Too much words never spoken, too much feelings never expressed, she couldn't take it no more. It was easier to tell herself next time, tomorrow, next year, but will those days ever come?
She sat there desperate waiting for the world to come and console her, but no one came, no one called her name, just people snickering at her as they passed by.
Then was everything just all a lie?
"Of course it was"she sighed to herself "How could they be my friends?
How could they have ever loved me? When I was not even myself."
This was not life she wanted, but chose.
Nevertheless she still could choose the life she wanted ever so badly.
She took a deep breath and told herself "Next time I tell the truth, next time I'll be the truth." in a defeated tone.