Journal Of A Survivor

Eight

As time went on she found herself trying to cope as best as she could. She still layed in bed listening to music.

What would you do? What would you say?
How does it feel? Pretend it's OK
My eyes deceive me, but it's still the same
Pretend it's OK

She would cry her eyes out. She needed someone anyone to be there for her. To save her. But nobody could hear the silent pleas for help. Nobody was there and she felt so alone. The only thing she had was her music, her favorite artists to help her get through it. To help her survive.

Nothing here, no one talking, knowing it's too late
But sometimes it can get so hard pretending it's OK
Nothing here, no one talking, nothing's gonna change
But sometimes it can get so hard pretending it's OK

It was extremely hard to pretend it was ok. A forced smile here and there so people wouldn't catch on. But a smile couldn't hide the way she was truly feeling. You could see it her eyes, her pale face, and her skinny torso. She cried and cried, wishing she that the pain would go away.

Nobody truly understood what she was going through. The only one that did was her therapist; since she had training in that specific area.

but she just wanted it all to go away.

She just wanted to feel normal. She wanted to turn the clock and prevent this from happening. But life doesn't work that way, no matter how hard she wanted it to.