She looks in the mirrored reflection of her. Her sigh was deep and old. Like it held all of the worlds pain just to see a few smiles...
Even though they still complain.
Say it! The voice demanded.
Her droopy unique brown and gray eyes looks as though it has seen the worlds pain to many times to count.
She said the lines she said for 13 years now:
I am the painting of nothing
I am the drawing with no lines.
I am the song with no sound.
I am the lyrics with no words.
This is my story. The story I call mine. This is my sad little song, I've been singing to all along.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Teen FictionLost as Alice. Mad as the hatter. "Sanjit! Sanjit help me please! Help Sanjit! Nooo!" Sanjit woke with a start. She couldn't get those memories out of her head. They turned into nightmares. All thanks to the bullies that never went away...
