She's lonely
Tries to explain her pain to her so-called friends but they don't seem to care and ignore her silent cries. She brushes it off, she's use to it. Use to being treated like nothing but mere trash. She's use to being left alone to cry. She's different, doesn't say her feelings with words. The unhappy girl who's always smiling, sheds her tears when she's alone in the dark, where all the monsters inside get the best of her. Turning to god but receiving no response. Instead the tender touch of music saves her life every lonely night, it allows her to disappear in the dark lights and under the other side of the bright moon that is occupied like a book with perfect word that she will never learn to read.
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