Dark Prose

A happy little girl. Bright colors and sunshine. She grows older and enters middle school. She is teased constantly. Not the right hair. Not the right clothes. It hurts, oh God it hurts. She forgoes colors. Black and gray are good enough. She gets older and older still. High school; a new place, new adventure. Dare she hope...new friends? Foolish, foolish girl. New friends? New enemies...new pain. Dyed hair...what color? Black. Black hair, black clothes...black heart. Poetry, music, the only escape. Dark, Pain, Despair...Destroyed. Heart bleeding and inside she's screaming. but no one sees. No one hears. Alone...so alone. Who would understand? No one. Dying inside. Drowning in pain bottled up. Invisible. Misunderstood. Who is she? Who is she!?! Screaming, bleeding, dying. What a waste. That's what she is, a waste of space, a waste of breath. Better off without her. The world's better off. Despised, Destroyed...Death.