She walks the halls acting normal...but inside she's broken...
She laughs when you make fun of her...holding in her emotions...
She let's her emotions bottle up inside of her...which is not good...
She dies bit by bit as the days go by...
But no one notices...because she will just laugh it off...act like its noting...
She knows she's alone...because no one will stay by her side forever...
She yern's for the love she will never receive...
She wishes she could just disappear...
She tries so hard to keep her sanity...
Knowing one day she will burst...
No one will know...because she will run...
She will run away from everyone...
Because she knows she will just break...and then no one will be safe in her arms...
Her brOKen arms...
Wondering if anyone will miss her when she's gone forever...
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AcakThis is just a book...about how I truly feel...my issues...my insanity...my darkness...my lonely-ness... Its me ... PS: I wrote in 3rd person...and I guess you can call them short stories...or poems/quotes...I don't care...just...if they happen to b...
