"The loneliest movement in someones life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly."
It had become a routine for her,
she would wake up everyday,
but on the right side of the wrong bed.
She though she had to do that,
keep up a reputation she hated,
but she was tired.
She wanted real friends,
a family that cared,
she wanted to feel normal.
She walked to her house,
her parents were not there,
they were never there.
She cried,
and cried,
till she had no tears left,
but no-one heard her.
She wanted to feel the pain,
the burning in her chest,
but she felt nothing,
all she felt was emptiness.
She had no one to call,
no one to speak to.
At this movement she realised,
she had no one to live for.
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MEAN GIRLS |✔
القصة القصيرةThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
