Fallen.

I once felt like I belonged. Felt like I was wanted. Felt needed. Until the bullying, the rumors, the love, the hurt. They all started to affect me. Instead of being the happy cheerful person I was, I became, quiet, trying to hide, trying to ease the pain. I changed. People noticed. I started going from brighter colors, to dark. Cutting my hair so it swept across my face, as if to hide it, hugging myself as if i might break. Close friends knew what happened. But others, just made fun of me, as the bullying got worse. Soon enough, it might be to much to handle. Until someone came along to help.