Shes not special. Shes so quiet. She doesnt mean anything to anyone. Shes dying inside. And losing her mind. She cant even write without forgetting letters. She cant speak without mixing words together. No one notices her. They talk bad about her to her face thinking that she cant here.
Well guess what. In her mind she has already killed herself. Shes stuck in her imaginary world. In that world its just her and characters she made up. Well shes done. Shes giving up. Shes done with going to her imaginary world. From now on shell stop thinking. She still wont talk, and she’ll truly be dead inside. All she will do is sit there and stare at her desk. Are you happy? Because we’ll never know who she really was. Well only know her as the quiet girl who drew pictures and wrote poems. Like this one:
Let the tears fall down
Let the blood wash away
From my hands
I stand
At the edge of the day
And here I swear theres nothing
Thatll stop me to be away
And fall to the ground
Let the tears fall down
Let the blood wash away
From me
And my heart is pounding in my chest
Ill shed the skin
And be who i want to be
And Ill fall to the ground
And hope for someones arms to catch me
As these tears fall to the ground.
She writes to think and thinks to live. What will happen once her mind goes black? She’ll start to write using the words she, he, they, and them.
I know what youre probably thinking. Is that girl me? Probably.
The Me Behind The Screen 