SHE
"Is this blood??"
"No it's not" she sighed in disappointment. She doesn't wanted to suicide,neither she wanted to live....
The old sparks in her pretty eyes disappeared as if it never ever had sparks.
Few people noticed her change, the huge change.
But they only blamed her,"A teenager doesn't have this much to think. Do we look like clowns to you?? Can't you see how many errands we have to do??? You are just acting too much" she just smiled and whispered "hm" as they were busy talking about their own problems.
The feeling and thought struck,she felt like she doesn't deserve to express her feelings on her face. But was it intentional? She never thought her eyes showed the despire.
The path of life felt just like a street. Where many people were judging, selling, living only for themselves and finding pleasure in criticising others. She felt at ease when the lights are turned off,when everyone returns to where they believe they belong.
Standing on that street hopelessly, even without the energy to lift her head up, her life goes on......
-lonely girl
