Her mind is dark and her thoughts are drowning in the black pit that once reassembled a field full of wild flowers. The flowers, that once represented her heart that was once wild and pure wanting to chase its dreams, slowly wilted and turned to ash. Now, her once pure heart doesn’t want to to chase its dreams... the only thing it wants to chase is this nothingness that eating her away on the inside. She’s just becoming the shell of the girl who was happy and easily pleased who laughed at every little thing and would dance around in the class room to cheer one friend up.
She feels the need to start over new, to go away, but that would would be running away right? What problems does she have to run away from? None. She has a great family, great friends but why does she feel... that it’s impossible for her to be happy. She’s been called lazy and sorry because she can’t seem to get out of bed. How can she get out of bed and go outside when just taking a shower is a damn struggle. She wished someone could save her but she knows the only person that can save her, is her self. But how can she save herself, when she hates herself so much? What’s there to love? Nothing. She isn’t special, she has no talents, she isn’t smart. She’s just a speck of dust so to say. Maybe that’s why no one truly wants to help.