Her thoughts

This young girl felt so afraid she was alone and hated.She made a decided to do the only thing she was good at,which was to paint a picture she used Red and Black paint.The Red was pure.The Black was a watery.She exceeded her imagination on what it would look like she would paint constantly.She would Purge to her hearts content.Then one day she went to far to deep to early.She grabbed 58 pills, 58 mins later she was just another girl in the world whom made a mistake.It cost a price of Living to Dead.She was not missed was not cared for. She was begged to come back,by one person her dearest friend whom later on forgot about her in a month she was a nobody ,that made a mistake. She was a foster.No one even seemed to cared .Her soul was black.Her eyes were blood shot.Her life dream and fears were over.Nothing mattered anymore.All the pain and tears were gone.She was able to fix her own problems she pushed them away and she lies tonight ,dead,wondering what she could have done differently.