She takes everything for granted. She learned the hard way not to trust people, not to let anyone in. She learned to build up walls around her heart and guard them with every ounce of her being. So that’s what she did. She just stopped… stopped trusting, stopped listening, stopped caring. But she can’t just stop, right? Someone would notice, RIGHT? Wrong. No one noticed her then, and no one notices her now. No one even knows her name. In fact, I don’t even know her real name… but I’ve been told she has many “nick- names”. Broken. Hurt. Pain. Alone. Mistreated. Abused. But no one knows her name… But somehow everyone knows her. She’s the one who starves herself because people constantly tell her she’s fat, even though she is a weightless stick. She’s the one that cuts her wrist because that pain, for a second, overcomes the pain in her heart. She’s the one who lost her innocence at a very young age. She’s the one that got taken advantage of. The one who is scared to go into her own home because of her abusive parent. She’s the one who looks in the mirror everyday and tells herself she isn’t pretty. She’s the one that, on the outside, has it all together; but on the inside is being torn apart. She’s right here. She’s the one you laugh at in the halls. The one you send mean messages to. The one who sits alone at lunch. She’s the one you push around. The one who can’t take it anymore. She’s the girl that needs a friend. She could be someone YOU know. So, who is it? Is it me? Is it her? Is it your bestfriend? Your worst enemy? You? “She” could be anyone. Anywhere. “She” just needs a reason. A reason to fight. A reason to live. You could be that reason. So, give a smile, a hug, a kind word, or even just a listening ear; because you never know when “she” could turn into “you” and “you” could turn into “who?”.