People were crying.Tissues Everywhere.Sad excuses of human beings scattered along in the large house wishing they didn't act the way they did wishing that they were different that they could go in the past and change It.But they cant.Even if they did It would still turn out the same.All for what?
Popularity?To feel better about themselves?Satisfactory?Reputation?
Half of these people hardly ever came to visit her to see how she was doing they didn't call hell they didn't even send a card.But oh now that she's dead let's just all pretend we were so fuckin close to her.Like she actually meant something to us.When in reality she didn't mean shit because after today they're all going back to there normal lives and back to pretending like she didn't exist.Humans.Selfish aren't we?We act like we care and lie to ourselves and say we do but we don't we don't give a rats ass.
It's still sad though people mourn over your loss,they pay attention when your gone,but how about when you're alive?
They Think your fine.They Think your overreacting.They Think your strong.They Think you have this human shield to protect you from bullets called Words.They Think.But they're wrong because all they ever did was fucking Think.She was strong but there's only so much that her armor could take So it broke and she broke with it.
DU LIEST GERADE
She Broke
Teen FictionThe cover is shit and if im being honest it's because im lazy.But,dont people say to not judge a book by it's cover?Don't judge this book by it's shitty cover.Judge it by what's inside. ***People really only care when your lying in a coffin.This is...
