Her mind, dark and black, images and words crashing by, sometimes she wishes she could go back to the simpler time. It seems all confusing, and too much to handle, but she stands up high by day, only to crash back down by night, pulling on her hair, screaming into her pillow, letting it all out until she couldn't breathe. Her tears drowning her eyes, face red and burning as the tears begin to fall. She searches for hope for someone to take those broken pieces and mould them into something new, something beautiful. He finally comes by and her smile finally shines bright, he fixes her broken pieces and builds upon them, until it was too much and everything changed, the insults came forth yet she pretend she didn't care. Putting the phone on silent just so he wouldn't hear, the tears she let out after each word that he said. Yet she stays with that silly boy, he's like a drug now, the good times she thinks out rules all he said, you'd think after one time she'd learn her lesson. But there again she lays in her bed, letting it all out after constantly pretending "I'm fine." "I'm ok." When actually it wasn't even true.
