Now all I see is a broken girl in a broken word. Her broken dreams are lost in a pit of broken hopes and broken people.
She's broken.
She's been for a while now, but she hasn't seen it. When she looks in the mirror, she gives herself a smile, as if to ease the pain away. But the battles in her head are overbearing. The mask of happiness hangs by the door. The feeling of utter uselessness drags her down.
She's no one.
A shadow.
Day after endless day she looks at the bottle of pills in the cabinet. She longs to stuff them down her throat and leave this world of broken people. She's been strong for too long now. I'm not sure she can hang on.
I think this is it.
I think it's today.
God, Ally. Please don't.
Stay strong.
You'll come to me when it's your time.
It's not your time.
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Shatter Me {complete}
Short StoryShe was falling fast with no lifeline back to shore. I wanted to help her, but sometimes we can't save people from themselves. They need to swim a little harder, push a little harder, believe a little more. This is the story of Ally. This is her...
