The sad girl.

she was always there for others but nobody cared about her. every time she got yelled at she could feel ger throat tighting and hee vision starting to blur. she was the overthinker, the afterthought the " can you go away, I need to tell them something" type. the whatever I do no-one seems to see it right. when someone asks what type of girl she is she doesn't know, because she's been called everything you could possibly think of. she's been called smart, dumb strong, weak, pretty, ugly ,nice, mean,tall, short ect. her arms were always open for someone to fall into, but no-ones arms were opened up for her. she would cry herself to sleep every night, but when she woke up with eyes puffy, vision blurry and a headache.cried so much tears that could fill up a lake.cried so much in fact that she threw up.she had no sholder where she could lean,everyones she comforted was no where to be seen. if someone gave her a long hug she would cry, if someone asked her how she is , she would always tell a lie. she didn't want to live but didn't want to die. she gave great advice but never took it for herself. she would always be in her own thoughs. all she did was try,try,try but at the excepted the fact that we're all gonn die