by Princess Finaqua » Sat Apr 06, 2013 4:34 am
'Cinder'
I awoke at six, took a shower, got dressed and dried my hair. I was ready by quarter after and had woken up early, for me, but I was nervous and hadn't slept well. I massaged underneath my eyes gently to make the bags go away just before going downstairs to see what breakfast was like. More crowds, probably, which scared me. There were so many things that drew my focus away from controlling my power; there were conversations, movements, so many sudden changes in the environment.
The girl you just called fat?... She is overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly?... She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped?... He is abused enough at home. That guy you just made fun of for crying?... His mother is dying. Put this in your signature if you're against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't re-post, but I'm sure the people with heart and backbone will. This is the signature of someone who has, more than once, attempted suicide as a result of being abused everywhere she went. Bullies murder. Don't stoop that low.Somewhere, everywhere, there's pain where'er I go. I thought life couldn't get any worse but wait - I just hit a new low. Why do I have to hurt so much, why the need to cry? All the ways people treat me, I just want to die. What's the point of asking why, anymore? All people do is lie.
"I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing With a broken heart that's still beating." Broken by Lifehouse.

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