Everyone expects a happy go luck Girl to prance in and make everything better. Everyone expects a smile on her face everyday. Everyone wants the girl who believes the world is all sunshine and rainbows to show up and give everyone candy and unicorns. Everyone expects that girl to be me but, that girl is not me I cry and I get mad and no one sees it. I put in a fake smile for the sake of the world being happy. I know the world is darkness and rain and that the only prize in this miserable game is death. There was a time when that girl was me I was happy believed everyone was good, well my world came crashing down the day she yelled at her and she yelled back. Things got violent and she called someone they asked me questions imagine that a seven year old girl who perviously thought the world was nothing but good be asked by people who the bad guy was. After that I kept trying to keep a happy face but things got worse the talking turned to yelling and yelling turn to hurtful things but, I made it out alive . Time skip I'm in fourth grade just got the thing everyone else wanted Instagram and from there things got worst friendly comments turned to harsh words and harsh words turned to knives. My world crashed yet again and this time I didn't stay up I went down with it. Suddenly I could no longer breath all the harsh words and negativity was flooding my lungs making me believe things that weren't true. Time skip I'm in fifth grade I finally learned to breath through those words and found good friends. Towards the end of the year the messages get more hurtful citing me deeper than before then one day a new message popped up but, it was from a friend a close friend a very close friend so I opened it, and this knife was plunged into my heart I cried for days no longer able to feel happiness. I screamed I cried I pulled out my hair, until there were no tears to cry there was no voice to scream and my hands were sore from hours upon hours of pulling and tugging. I wasn't me. Time skip to today two years later things are still happening and I'm still trying to find my feelings and my heart still has a knife in it cause the same person who put it there puts it back each time it's removed it hurts still a lot but I'm making it.
