She was an average girl that always wore a smile. She always helped others. Everyone thought that she was this happy, perfect girl that lived a happy perfect life. But deep down she was dyeing. Anytime she felt alone, she would drown herself in music and just escape reality. To her own world were there isntbany type of hate at all.
She was suicidal. She didn't understand why she felt that the whole world seemed against her. She had cuts on her wrists. She'd never tell. She would keep all of her anger and feelings bottled up until she finally snaps. She wanted to end all this pain.
She wanted to talk to someone. Just to let it all out. So maybe, possibly someone could save her before it was too late. But she was afraid. She was afraid of letting people in. She was afraid of getting hurt again. I guess you could say she was afraid of the world.
She liked to believe that music was the only thing keeping her alive. She liked to believe that she could be an actress cause no one noticed her sorrow. Her pain. That's how well she hid it.
No one is there to save her. She's always there helping people in the same condition as her. But who was there to save her?
