Purpose on Earth

She walks through the halls wondering where she stands, saying to herself ''what's my purpose on Earth?''

Her bones are so hollow but that doesn't stop her from throwing her plate away. I guess she is like a camera, only her negatives aren't fully developed, they just lay there waiting to be to be colored in with no bad spots. She just wants to live her life but people care more about how many times she fails then focusing on there own life. Every tear that falls down her face is like a scar soaking into her vain's, you cant get rid of a scar. Passing out isn't even the worst part of her journey to God. Not all scars show, and not all wounds heal, but people never really see the agony she really feels. Sometimes she feels like her existence annoys people. She cant walk into a room and not immediately feel out of place. I mean she can pull her sleeves down but it wont cover all the memories that the scars leave. Her mom worry's deeply about her health but it upsets her that she has no clue how to deal with her daughters pain. She just doesn't understand. Everyone is always just like '' you are so beautiful!'' but it never helps. Its not worth giving life up for a couple words. She loves life, her family, her friends, her town. She isn't throwing everything away because of hurtful people. They are just a figment of her imagination now. Words don't bother her as much now. She still has the urge of throwing away her plate and sticking her fingers down her throat. But she has a life of her own that God gave her so she is finding her purpose on Earth and were she stands. :)