Just saying what's on her mind.

Whats on her mind?

Whats really on her mind? What can she really say right at this moment. This is a big part of her life. Nothing is going right. Nothing going through her mind. Screaming music is playing in her ears as tears fall down. Nothing can make her stop looking at it. She knows that she's not great at writing. People say she should post it or publish it. People say don't keep that all to yourself it's selfish. She looks at the time......It was 11:02pm. She just writes until she falls asleep. Today she came home....home alone like always. She went to her room and just cried. Nobody there to hear her scream nobody there to save her life. Nobody seems to care, nobody seems to notice she's hurt so might as well pull the trigger......Somethings hold her back....Ah the guy she met, she sees his face everytime she slowly closed her watery eyes and just daydreams about him all day. That's her new happy place. She forgot to write down how people leave her. She knows people leave her. They always walk out but she's used to it.