Stories To Tell

Violin Music

She sat there on her bed staring at the curtains thinking how could something so thin block the light from the moon?
She sat there on her bed thinking how much she hated her best friend but how much she missed her.
She sat there on her bed listening to soft violin music because nothing was okay anymore.
She sat there on her bed thinking everyone hated her.
She sat there on her bed wondering how she managed to screw everything up.
She sat there on her bed hating herself because she always made things about her.
She sat there on her bed laughing because she did it again.
She sat there on her bed thinking no more.
She sat there on her bed looking around at the dark room, hearing her family snore away.
She sat there on her bed whispering she'll miss them.
She sat there on her window liking the height.
She sat there on her window saying goodbye.
She liked to thinking a lot, She could do it for hours. She thought it was okay because they said it made you smarter, it made you see the world differently. But they forget to tell her something important. Thinking sometimes made you question everything. Even your existence. Thinking sometimes made you want to die.
And then papa sat there at her funeral thinking why his baby had to die.